My lips part and I can't help but stare at Adam in awe. I've been fighting my feelings for him since the beginning, but a gesture this minor somehow manages to melt my barriers.
I noticed the looks of envy in the eyes of the girls who were praising me just a few minutes ago. They all want Adam to themselves; him showing any affection towards me would stir the jealousy within them. Yet, they still try to fake their friendliness towards me.
My parents chose that exact moment to butt in. "Amiera," my father says, glaring at Adam. "Let's go home."
Adam folds his arms and looks the least bit bothered by my father's nasty glare.
I avoid eye contact with him as I nod my head and follow my father out of the crowds and towards our car, where my brother and sister are waiting for me.
Belle runs
