Amalia Anderson
I was talking to Piper, and then she retired to sleep. It was time for me to jump into bed and revel in everything that had happened, and God! I tried, but the emptiness of my bed, the cold space beside me, seemed to drown my thoughts.
I closed my eyes and saw him, and I moved around and missed him. It was too new, too unknown, and yet I trusted him blindly.
I tossed and turned for twenty minutes, and then I sat on my bed. An impulse leading me to something truly stupid or truly dangerous, and yet my body didn´t stop. I wore my fluffy sleepers, exited Piper´s apartment, and pressed the "up" button on the elevator. I reached the penthouse and I knocked on Andrew´s door.
As I said, it was either incredibly stupid or incredibly dangerous, and yet here I was, not backin
