Chapter 2
By the time everyone got back to Leila’s house after the funeral ceremony, Amelia believed she was all cried out. She was standing in her old bedroom looking at her reflection in the mirror after splashing her face with water for the umpteenth time. She gently dabbed some eye cream underneath her eyes and then fluffed her hair up.
“Honey, you can stare into that mirror all day but you are still the best looking woman in this house,” Chad called out from the bedroom. Amelia sighed as she opened the bathroom door and looked at him. “There you are,” Chad said with a smile as he looked at her in a black elbow sleeved laced skater dress and nude pointy toed heels.
“I feel terrible,” Amelia said in a soft voice as she sat down next to him. He draped an arm around her shoulders and nodded.
“I know, babe,” he said.
“And downstairs…everyone is coming with food and everything, I am all out of ‘thank you’ and smiles,” she said as she rested her head on his shoulder.
“That’s generally how people behave after a death of a loved one,” Chad said matter of factly. She pulled her head from his shoulder and looked at him. “What? That is exactly what happens, Amelia. Stop looking at me like I just said the most ridiculous thing on earth.”
“It kind of feels like you did, though,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder again. “Is it weird that I don’t want to go downstairs? Will people think that I am being rude or something?” she asked. Chad began running his hand up and down her arm.
“No way. You can stay up here as much as you want.” He planted a small kiss on top of her head. “You take as long as you want.” He pulled away and stood up but she held his hand.
“Don’t go,” she said in a small voice.
“But I have to go downstairs and tell everyone you are okay,” he said as he looked at her.
“I am a twenty seven year old woman, Chad. They all know that you are up here with me,” she said as she stood up. “Trust me, no one is going to come up here looking for me. Or you.” She was looking right into his eyes as she began pushing his jacket off his shoulders.
“What are you doing, Amelia?” he asked as he put his hand on hers.
“I need to forget everything. I need you to make me forget everything.”
He pulled her hands away from his chest and looked into her eyes.
“Baby, I can’t be with you. Not like this,” Chad shook his head.
“And why not?” she asked. From the tone in her voice, Chad knew that she was angry. “Am I too sad for you or what is it Chad Buchanan?”
“Baby….please,” Chad started.
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“All I want, Chad, is for someone to treat me like the woman I am and not like some sad woman whose grandmother just died. Is that too much to ask?” Amelia asked as a tear rolled down her cheek. Chad looked into her eyes for a long minute before he held her face in his hands and kissed her. The kiss was so passionate, so deep, so perfectly romantic that it left her breathless when he finally pulled away. He looked into her eyes, breathing heavily.
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“Wow,” she said in a whisper.
“I know,” Chad said with a smile as he got off her. He turned and looked at her and noticed that her eyes were glossy. A tear rolled down the side of her face and he stroked her cheek with his index finger. “Are those tears for me?” he asked in a gentle voice.
Amelia quickly brushed off the tear but another one just rolled down in its place.
“Yes and no,” she said, her voice still quavering.