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Amara is always so tense, this version of her, it's the exact opposite.
“Kissing you,” she leans in, and I can’t help but smile from her confession. Before I have the chance to say anything she rises up and brings her lips closer to mine, and I’m surprised. So I wait, and wonder if she’ll actually make the move. Just when I am about to say something she moves in, and I feel her. Her lips are so soft, and the kiss is delicate, and gone before I have the chance to truly enjoy it.
But she does it once more and this time I pull her body tighter against mine, taking the opportunity to drag my tongue along the seam of her lips and she accepts willingly. Every part of my body tingles with need and then she’s gone again.
“I’ve thought about that a lot.” She attempts to offer me another when suddenly Amara is pulled back and I try to grab hold to keep her close. It was hardly a kiss, and wrong or not I wanted more.
“Okay, lover girl,” a blonde behind Amara says with a laugh. “I think confession time is over, it’s time I get you home.”
“Have you seen his hair?” Amara asks, looking over her shoulder at me and pointing. Her eyes are so unfocused. “Could you imagine grabbing hold of that dark hair while his face is buried—,”
Her mouth is quickly covered, and her friend is laughing.
Me, I’m standing here staring at Amara as if I’m seeing a completely different person. This is not the same sweet girl I’ve known for years. I’ve always wondered what’s been hiding behind her timidness.
“I’m taking her home now,” the blonde assures me while attempting to drag Amara away. A huge part of me wants to protest and say, no I will, but instead I nod. I remain where I am watching as she leads her toward the door.
When they get there Amara looks back and offers me a wave, triggering me to step forward. My body is reacting, but my mind is still reeling from the last five minutes.
What the hell is happening here?
This is Amara?
Quiet, sweet, innocent Amara.
I walk across the bar and glance out the door, to find her being tucked into a small red car, and I grip the handle and wait. I can no longer see her when the door is shut and the blonde walks around to the driver’s side. My heart is racing, her words playing on repeat in my head.
Were they true? Does she think about me?
* * *
I roll over and grab for my phone that’s sitting on the small nightstand next to my bed. Squinting I see Liam’s name lighting up the screen. For fuck’s sake, we live in the same damn house. Why is he calling me instead of knocking on the door?
Sliding my thumb over the screen I press the phone to my ear.
“Don’t tell me you’re still in bed.”
“Okay, then I won’t,” I yawn and hear him groan in irritation.
“Ty?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you still sleeping?”
“You said not to tell you I’m in bed.” I can almost imagine him scowling.I smile at the thought, because Liam is on edge and has been for days. I’ll never be the one to say it out loud, but he’s more into this entire wedding than the groom himself. Which also happens to be his older brother and I love the West brothers, I do, but Lincoln is so obsessed with work I still find it hard to believe he found time to gain a fiancée. Audrey in my opinion is entirely too sweet to be second best in any man's life, and the way Liam has doted over her I can’t help but wonder if she didn’t end up with the wrong brother.
But like I said, its none of my business.
“Amara is waiting on me to pick her up,” Liam finally grinds out in an irritated tone.
At the mention of her name I’m reminded of last night and my body immediately reacts.
“She’s already considering driving herself instead of riding with us, which has been the plan all along. She’s in a mood today and acting all sketchy and weird."
I smile to myself remembering her actions, her words, and how she sauntered right up and kissed me like she didn’t have a shy bone in her body. A body that I’ve noticed before but until last night never craved to the point of aching. Not to mention in my dreams I may have relived that kiss with many more to follow. I woke up even more frustrated than when I fell asleep, I also knew she and I would have to eventually talk about what happened.
We can’t afford to be awkward around one another, we share all the same friends, and we are in the same wedding this weekend. We will be forced to share the same space for days to come, so this situation will have to be rectified.
