Chapter Sixty-seven

Amelia's POV

I felt tiny under his hard gaze, being in a small booth made me feel confined as I felt the slight burst of jealousy zip through me. I hated feeling this way, he was only talking to one of the waitresses with a smile and she smiled back, but why do I even feel like this? I mean sure, that waitress was clearly taking a liking to him, he is very much attractive, I know that. But even so, I still felt like ripping her head off.

"What's wrong babe?" he asks confused. Gray was clearly clueless of the tiniest things, I don't blame him, it was nothing major than being jealous. He's been through there before, take a look at Channing.

"It's nothing," I brushed off as I eyed the waitress at the back of him who was glancing at him every so often as she took someone else's order. Goddess, I want her to disappear.

"It's obviously something, is it the food?" he questions, not yet convinced that I was okay when I was not.

"Of course," I stressed out playing with the hem of my summe