Wrong Place, Right Time by Mallory Lopez

Author:Mallory Lopez [Lopez, Mallory]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-04T04:00:00+00:00

23

–– Amelia ––

That idiot left his wallet on my bed. I'm still trying to process dinner and that entire sequence of events. Trying to figure out why he acted so pissed when he left. I get that we’re not really dating, but what was that kiss? His lips felt like home. I crave to be back there. What about his hand grabbing my almost-naked butt? I swear I instantly got wet, and if he touched me any longer he would have found out I was ready to go. Then after dinner, he sped off without even giving me a hug. My parents weren't the most welcoming, but it went better than I thought. Todd was incredible with them, very respectful. I hate that he took it out on me. A hug would've at least been nice after everything we've been through. I, at least, deserve a hug after a date.

I slump down behind the desk in the studio, rapidly cycling between sad, angry, and confused. I cross my arms on the desk and rest my chin on them, looking like a sad puppy dog.

"You look like a sad puppy dog," a voice says through the ringing of the bells on the door. Forget sadness and confusion. I'm just mad.

"And you look like an asshole," I snap back at him sassily. He pauses abruptly to take the hit but I see his jaw tense.

"Don't, Amelia," Todd warns. "I didn't come here to fight with you. I just want my wallet back." His stern voice is my last warning not to mess with him.

"What if I want to fight? Why are you even mad? What did I do?" I come back at him with boldness I didn't even know I have. Then again, Todd and I fight well but it's been so good this last week.

He rips his aviator sunglasses off, and unzips his leather jacket. I stand up from the stool and cross my arms. He eyes my stance and, without breaking eye contact, he takes off his jacket slowly, tosses it on the floor, and drops his sunglasses on top. My eyes narrow at him as he puts his hands on his hips. Here we go.

"You want to fight, Amelia? Let's fight," he threatens through a tight jaw. His eyes darken and his stance is firm. I wiggle slightly, second-guessing myself. A flash of humor passes his eyes, and it causes the anger to come flooding back.

"Fine. What was that about last night? Your mood swing gave me whiplash. One minute kissing me, then grabbing my butt, then just storming off on your bike without even giving me a hug? Or a high-five? Or a freaking slap on the back for Pete's sake! What was that about?" I shout at him from halfway across the store. Judging by the fire in his eyes I'm surprised he let me get out what I needed to get out before interrupting me.

"What was that about? That was about your parents being complete dickheads, Amelia.

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