"What does he want now?" She had muttered to herself deliberately taking her sweet time to get dressed.
Now that she knew it wasn't an armed killer out her front door, she felt safe. Even safer knowing exactly who it was on her porch.
On her way down the steps, Amy had peeked in to see that her baby brother was still sleeping.
Edward's fist had created such raucous that she wouldn't be surprised if Gu, normally a deep sleeper, would be wide awake. To her surprise though, he wasn't.
So, she'd continued in careful, tentative steps to the door wondering why exactly Edward had returned to her house after their row.
Now, as she stared at him from her hiding place behind the door, Amy couldn't help the butterflies swimming in the bottomless ocean of her abdomen.
"What do you want?" Amy asked again after a few beats when Edward still hadn't said anything.
"You," was all he growled before pushing her backward into the house.
