h1>AMELIA’S P.O.V
Blake came in the next morning whistling and skipping the entire way in. I knew without a doubt that whatever news he had to share could not be good. He left two days ago, it was the longest he had left me so far and he once again had Jamal stay with me. I couldn’t wait for the time the time he would leave me on my own.
Jamal mostly stayed out of my way but it was clear that he didn’t trust me. I was shocked that he hadn’t told Blake yet, it was clear there was some form of tension between the both of them and I wanted to find out what it was about, maybe I could use it to my advantage.
“You look happy,” I began slowly as he made his way into the kitchen with a paper bag filled with groceries. “Do you need help putting those away?”
“No, you just sit pretty while I make us lunch,” he was grinning from ear to ear. “You can leave, Jamal.”
Jamal leaned against the wall with a raised brow. “Don’t I deserve dinner and good news?”
