Peter's POV
"Amara! Wait!" I call for her but she quickly disappears from sight.
"What was that all about?" Lily asks.
"Who knows? Peter, lets continue our little adventure, shall we?" Eva pats the seat between her and Lily.
"Sorry, ladies. I'm going to have to cut this short. I need to go find Ms. Amara because she looked distressed." I say.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Eva asks.
"No." I answer.
"Does she want to be your girlfriend?" Lily asks.
"No, I don't think so." From what I remember, she doesn't want to be my anything.
"Then, she'll be fine. She probably just remembered something." Eva mutters.
"Exactly!" Lily agrees. "Plus, doesn't she have a thing going on with Daamir?"
"She what?" I almost choke.
Eva rolls her eyes. "It shouldn't matter to you. Sit back down so we can show you some fun."
"I'm afraid I have to reschedule, ladies. I'll see you some other time." I wink and quickly exit.
Daamir and Amara? Doesn't he like Dina?
The thought of Amara with someone else brings a bitter taste in my mouth. But that's selfish of me, isn't it?
Then, again, when am I not selfish?
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Amara's POV
After a couple of minutes, I manage to calm down and get myself together.
"I even dressed nicer today!" I begin muttering to myself. "And to impress who? That skirt-chasing son of a—"
"Amara! There you are!"
"What the hell are you doing here, Peter?" That came out harsher than I intended.
"Oh, someone's in a shitty mood." Peter mutters.
"I'm sorry." I whisper.
"What for?" He asks in confusion.
"I shouldn't have blown up in front of you and your... guests like that. That was inappropriate of me." I admit.
"Why did you get so angry?" He asks.
"It's... personal." I answer.
"It was definitely directed at me though, you can't deny that." He says.
I stay silent.
"What did I do?" His tone is softer.
I couldn't bring myself to answer because I couldn't think of a lie.
He steps closer to me, backing me against the wall.
"Did I piss you off from before?"
I shake my head.
"Do you not like one of the girls I was with?"
I shake my head again.
"Is it my behaviour? Is it my personality? Is it my lifestyle? Am I just suddenly someone you hate?"
I shake my head, disagreeing with all of it.
"Then how am I supposed to know if you don't tell me!" He's irritated. "You've been acting up in class too. How do you expect me to figure out what's wrong if you don't tell me?"
Something in me detonates and I just couldn't handle all the questioning. "It's because I'm in love with you, goddamn it!"
My heart suddenly feels a million times lighter, as if someone lifted a ton of bricks off of my chest.
"I wanted to tell you, that first night you brought me here. I wanted to tell you and just get it over with, whether it was a good or bad idea. But I couldn't because I loved Beena too much to do this to her." My voice is low and quiet, almost like a whisper.
At this point, it almost sounds like I'm explaining everything to myself.
"I... I have to go. I shouldn't have said anything." I try to slip out but he repositions his hand against the wall to stop me from leaving.
"You're going to dip after dropping all that on me? Will you not take responsibility?" Peter raises a brow.
"Take responsibility for what? I already took responsibility by being honest." I sigh.
"Do you know how hard I had to control myself to not hold you in my arms? Do you know how hard I had to resist you in class when I sit right beside you?" He takes a step closer.
"I don't understand..." My heart is beating loudly.
"Say it again." His voice is lower, more sultry.
My heart skips a beat, my legs turn into jelly.
"S-Say what again?" I stutter. I know exactly what he wants me to say again.
He leans down so close to my ear that I can feel his breath through my scarf. "Say it, Amara Mahmoud."
Shivers run down my spine and I become so flustered that it feels like I suddenly have fever.
Peter switched up his bright and playful aura into something so differently alluring. It's making my insides twist and turn from fluttering.
"You'll only hear it once." I manage to say as I look the opposite of him.
"Look at me." He says.
I shake my head no.
"I said look at me." He gently pulls my chin to face him. "I want to hear you say it again, Amara."
"Stop saying my name like that!" I say out of frustration.
"Like what, Amara?" He says it again.
"Stop it! You're doing it again!"
"Doing what?"
"You're acting like... like—I don't know! Like any of this actually matters to you! I'm just another girl your adding to the pile of girls that are into you." I look away from him.
He places his hands on my face and gently lifts it up to meet his gaze.
My heart's thumping so loud that it feels like it will burst out of my ribcage. I'm in such a daze that I couldn't form the words to tell him to stop.
"Say it again, Amara. I need you to look me in my eyes and say it one more time."
Something in me gave away the second I heard him he needed me to say it.
"I'm in love with you, Peter. I'm in love with you and... and I'm scared of it—"
He stops my words by crashing his lips against mine. The kiss didn't feel like an innocent, sweet touch. It was fiery, passionate and demanding.
Everything in me is screaming to pull away before I lose every inch of control. I want to pull away before I lose myself but I can't seem to...
My mind is on fire, trying to do pre-damage control while my heart feels like it's in the very best state it's ever been in.
The longer he keeps his touch on me, the more easily I'm being seduced, no longer being able to think straight.
This is when I realized he didn't feel the same emotions for me as I felt for him. He was curious about what it's like to seduce someone like me; someone who's been innocent, never touched by another man in the slightest.
But I didn't care. In that moment, I didn't care if he didn't want me like I wanted him.
I'm literally making space for myself in Hell as we speak but in that moment, I just wanted this to last just a little longer.
I guess the Devil's influence is not to be taken lightly.
"Amara..." My name rolls off of his tongue like honey as he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. he intertwines his fingers through mine, resting them beside him.
Both our breathing is shallow, both of us trying to catch our breaths.
As reality settles in, tears slide down my face. "I'm such a fool. I'm such a goddamn fool. I shouldn't have done this..."
Just as I was about to pull away, Peter's grip tightens and he pulls me against his chest, making me gasp.
"I won't let you go; not yet. Not any time soon." He whispers.
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A/N: anna oop—
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