Chapter Forty-Three
“Amelia, why are you crying?” Louis asked, his voice scratchy with sleep as he rested his chin on my shoulders.
“It’s just I’ll miss this place.” I whispered, leaning over to press my lips against his. It didn’t matter if we hadn’t talked about things yet. If I didn’t understand where he stood and how he felt about me now that things had changed.
“Little one, if this place means that much to you we-” He said, and I pressed my lips to his again before shaking my head.
“No, no, my place is with you.”
He nodded his head, not saying anything as he brought his hand up to cup my cheek. Pulling me closer, his lips pressing to mine, and my eyes slipped closed. My lips parting with a sigh as he threaded his finger through my hair.
His tongue moved against mine, gentle, a
