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“Good morning… Will.” She spoke slowly, biting her lip.
I nodded at her, not sure how to approach the situation. Normally, with women, I would flirt my way into their good grace… or simply command them to be agreeable.
But with Amelia, both of those approaches seemed somehow wrong.
“Morning. Late sleeper, aren’t you?”
She blushed, taking a seat at the table across from me. Her expression didn’t change. Despite her slight frown, I found myself admiring her all the same. The light pink of her cheeks, the delicate arch of her eyebrows…
She might not have been a classical beauty, but I suddenly thought that Juliana Pembroke couldn’t even compare. There was something special about Amelia.
She was kind and smart and perceptive… gentle, yet funny…
I froze, staring down at the piece of buttered toast on my plate. What thehellwas I thinking?
First, sobriety, and now…Amelia.
Lord help me.
As if she heard me thinking about her, she suddenly spoke, the words coming out in a nervous blurt.
“I need to talk to you!”
I stared up at her, raising my eyebrows.
“Well, I’m here. By all means, breakfast need not be silent.”
Her face blushed an even deeper red.
“No, I… it’s about last night.”
I put my toast down, sitting up straighter in my chair. Her expression was serious and vulnerable, and I had the bizarre urge to reach out across the table and… comfort her, somehow.
But instead, I just stared at her, my expression unreadable.
“Last night was fine, Amelia. I took no offense. I’m sorry if I pushed you too far.”
It was the mature thing to say. I found myself surprised that the words were coming out of my mouth. Iwasn’tsorry for what happened. But the thought that she might have regretted it… I didn’t like that.
She seemed to be surprised by my words as well. She paused, her expression shifting from nervousness to relief.
“Thank you. I just…” She trailed off, staring down at her lap. “I’ve never touched a man… likethat…”
I found myself laughing.
“I figured that was the case. But don’t worry about it, alright? As much as I enjoy women, it should always be your choice.”
Unless, of course, she gave up her choice willingly. But that was a thought for another time.
She smiled, still staring down at her lap.
“Okay. I feel a bit better now. Can we go back to being friends?”
Amelia looked up at me, and I found myself staring into those grey eyes.
Friends.
We had always been friends. In fact, I had never even thought of her as more than a friend, until the events of the past few days…
