Amelie’s POV

No matter what happens to me, I feel so safe close to Nathan. On the ride home from the frat house, Nathan drove mostly with one hand. His other hand was holding my hand. His touch seemed to make everything better.

“I think we should cancel the engagement party,” Nathan said. “Grandfather can just have the party be his winter holiday party.”

“No,” I responded.

“Amelie, you’ve been through a very traumatic experience,” He spoke while stroking the back of my hand. ...