AMELIA
The morning sun pierces into the living area as I descend from the stairs. Jake is sitting alone at the table, engrossed in a newspaper, breakfast laid out in front of him.
"You haven't left?" I inquire, as my intention is to leave promptly.
"Yes, love, come have breakfast with me," he says gently. I detest myself for the challenging situations I've placed our relationship in, where my feelings for him are questioned, and someone is threatening me from him.
If only I had kept my legs closed and my feelings in check.
"I am running late for class," I nervously reply, and he gets up, approaching me.
"Let's take the same cab; I'll drop you off at school today," he suggests, kissing my lips. My heart melts at his kindness but quickens at the thought of Cam spotting us. I can't be s
