AMELIA’S P.O.V
When we got to the house, no one was there. It was completely empty and I never banked on being alone with Kaden. It was already hard enough to be in the same car without touching him, but being in the same house was another ball game entirely because I had memories of Kaden around this house. I had memories of him in my bed and in my space and seeing him seated comfortably on the living room couch was bringing back memories that I had tried so hard to suppress.
To his credit, he didn’t seem as bothered as I was. He had one leg crossed over the other and he was still slowly nursing his coffee from the café. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or annoyed that he didn’t seem as bothered as I was. He had promised not to do more than I could handle so maybe he was just living up to his word.
