Amara

James stood there in front of me, unblinking, and so still it started to scare me. I shouldn’t have said what I did, he’d told me after all that we couldn’t have more than this fake relationship.

What the hell was I thinking? No, the problem was the fact I hadn’t been thinking at all. I should’ve kept my thoughts to myself and swallowed those feelings even if they killed me.

“Forget I said anything.” I turned and went to look at the other paintings, pretending to ...