Sixty-Five
~Amara~ I leave my chair and walk toward Ericson. I keep my movements slow, not wanting to evoke his anger. I have to say that I thought this would be a lot easier, based on what his father told me. He made it seem as if Ericson has been pining for me, but it doesn’t seem that way after all. Whether he’s been waiting on me or not, I have to make this work. As of late, my life has been the worst, and I can’t continue down that path. I need something better, something more meaningful. You can say that I don’t deserve Ericson as my mate, but the fact that he hasn’t rejected me says a lot, doesn’t it? When I get close to him, I pull on the arm of his chair to get him to turn to me. He shakes his head, refusing to look my way. I pull the arm of the chair again, only to be met with the same
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