Amelia's p.o.v
I was quietly listening to music in the car while Ian drove. I didn't want to talk much or even look at him because it was getting hard for me. want it or not I had to leave his pack and this day was more of a farewell than anything.
I frowned then looked at him when he touched my hand linking it to his.
"Do you like music?" He asked softly.
I bit my lower lip and chewed on it lightly. The tingles and his voice were pure bliss sadly they made me feel even sadder than I already was.
"You don't?" He asked again this time with a frown.
"No, I do love music." I answered in a whisper then cleared my throat.
"Really?" He asked loudly.
"Yes, a lot. And as hard as it is to believe, I weigh mostly on Oldies." I answered.
"Well, I like them too." He said calmly.
"What of mo
