The kiss between us is broken, and not a moment later, the familiar black car pulls up to the curb, and Ambrose leaps out to open the back seat for Amelia and me. He regards us both warmly as Amelia says hello to him before she climbs into the back seat. I give him a solemn nod and follow in after her. I already said please, that should be enough mEloisers for the day, right? I don't want people to think I'm going all soft just because of this girl.
"Nearly ready, love?" I call out to her from my seated position on her couch while she packs her bag in her bedroom. I know if I spend a long period of time in that room with her, then I'm going to want to throw her into the bed and bury myself in her.
"Yeah, almost," she calls back in response. I know I shouldn't, but what if she needs help packing her bras and panties? What kind of man would I be if I didn't come to her aid? I jump up and cross the floor of the apartment to the bedroom door and lean against the door frame. It's possibly the smallest bedroom I've ever seen. It can only hold a double bed, a chest of drawers, a nightstand, and a wardrobe. It's making me claustrophobic. How can she stand this?
"You can't skip class in the morning, can you?" I ask cheekily as I fold my arms across her chest, watching her fold a pair of jeans and place them at the bottom of a well-worn backpack. She smiles over at me.
"No, I can't. I mean, I can, but I won't. If I start skipping classes, then I won't pass the exams, then it will all be for nothing." She wanders over to the chest of drawers beside me and slides one open, digging through to find a white T-shirt before walking back over to the bed.
"But you don't even enjoy it," I remind her of our conversation the night we met and from what Lory put in her file. I know she wants to write. She sighs with a gentle smile and places the T-shirt into the backpack.
"Yeah, I know, but I'm almost halfway there. It would be pointless to drop out now. Besides, the fact that my mum would be crushed if I don't get a degree." I nod my head and watch as she gathers two large textbooks from her bedside table and places them into the bag.
"You know, if the issue is money, you don't have an issue." She pauses her actions to look over at me as I give her a smile. If she wanted to, I'd cover all of the fees for her to change her major. To my surprise, she shakes her head.