AMELIA
Halting at the front of the ongoing class door, I face Cam. He halts too, looking down at me.
"What?" he asks.
"You are not coming with me to the class. You will go to your class now." I shove his chest, not that he budges the slightest.
The corner of his upper lip quirks up, his hair a hot mess, as though he just woke up from sleep, and that, I take full responsibility for—it was from our hug before we got out of the car. Feeling the satisfactory texture of his head is one of the things I realize I do like doing. Believe me, it's a very decent part to reach him compared to the rest of him since even the man's eyes are slutty.
"You sure, I get the feeling you need me." He winks, and I look away before I start blushing like a fool, but he wouldn't let me inhabit my mortification
