Amara’s POV
“I’m not doing it….No, I’m not.” I shook my head while trying to push him away.
He held my hand and pressed it on his chest, “Okay, I will give you time to think about it. One week.”
My forehead creased in disbelief, “What do you think of yourself? Why do you always make me feel like this? Like you did something to me a week ago, and you didn't show up for a week! A week!”
“So you miss me?” he asked calmly.
Looking at him made my cheeks turn red, and I wasn't sure how to react—angry or annoyed—because of the way he was looking at me.
His body was still close to mine, and he wouldn't let go of my hands on his chest. He leaned in close and asked me in a soft voice, "Do you miss me?"
I gulped hard as his face slowly moved towards my face, and before his lips could touc
