Andrew Lieberman
Of course, Amalia lived in one of the most expensive areas, in an elegant penthouse. Not that I lived far away from her or in a shack. I purchased my place, which was just as elegant, but I could tell she wanted for nothing.
"Hey, Andrew! Nice to see you again!" Nick stood up from the couch and shook my hand. Amalia glared at him, obviously after the rollercoaster of emotions and what had happened, plus me teasing her three times now with intimate, tender kisses that were not on her lips. She had had enough.
"It was nice for you to bring Maly back," he said, and I nodded.
"It is nothing. During practice, she was trying a hard jump and fell several times. I just wanted to make sure she was alright," I said, and she rolled her eyes.
"Have you had dinner? We were bou
