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Amelia's pov

He was right and I hated it. I despise it. I despise him.

My body had betrayed me, revealing what I was fighting so hard to not show him. I clench my hands into fists, trying to gain back my control. Oh, how I hated him.

I shot him stares of anger and annoyance and he returned it with amusement and burning desire. He clicked his tongue and purposely let his knuckles brush against the top of my cleavage. I suck in a very sharp breath, my eyes widening as such a simple action pushes heat between my legs.

The storm was raging outside, but it seems inside had a storm of its own. One that includes both me and him.

I don't know where I got the courage from but I managed to smack his hand away, feeling my skin flush with heat. " Don't touch me!" I snapped and pointed an accusing finger at his chest. The wet shirt really shows how toned he was.

Dammit Amelia, focus.

" I don't even care why you're here anymore but you should leave, I don't want you here and I don't want you a