57.

Amelia's POV

I rolled my eyes at him and stood up from his bed. "I don't want your coffee." I snapped at him before grabbing my almost all torn dress and put it on.

"Hey." He called, grabbing my arm before I could walk away. I turned back sharply and looked at him in silence for a while.

Those lips, sharp jaw, muscles. I wasn't going to fall for them now like I did in my dream.

"Where are you going?" He asked, releasing my arm. And that was when I realised that I've been staring at him for ...