Page 26 of Falling Again For My Best Friend's Brother

"That sounds like fun. I can't wait."

"Great. I'll pick you up early Saturday morning then." I looked down at my phone and noticed the time. "We should probably head back. I promised Hero a treat and he needs to be let out."

She nodded, and we disposed of our ice cream cups before heading outside.

We strolled back to Amelia's place, our conversation flowing effortlessly. The topic turned to the butterfly project, and I got caught up in her enthusiasm.

"What would be the best time to release them during the festival?" Amelia asked, her brow furrowed in thought.

"Mid-day would be perfect." I envisioned the colorful wings taking flight under the bright sun, painting the sky with their graceful dance.

Amelia nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. "I love that idea. And you know what else we could do? Host a butterfly ball that evening!"

I chuckled, picturing the town dressed up in colorful, whimsical outfits. "A butterfly ball, huh? That sounds like something Grace would be all over."

"Oh, absolutely! I'll talk to her about it tomorrow."

As we reached her doorstep, a comfortable silence settled between us. I looked down at Amelia, her dark eyes shining in the soft glow of the porch light.

Without hesitation, I leaned in and gently kissed her lips. She responded immediately, raising her hand to rest on my chest.

"Goodnight, Amelia," I said softly.

She smiled, her fingers lingering on my shirt. "Goodnight, Trevor. Thank you for a wonderful evening."

I made my way upstairs to my apartment, hearing Hero's excited yips from inside as I unlocked the door.

I grinned, opening the door and kneeling to greet him. "Hey there, buddy! Ready for a quick walk?"

Hero's tail went wild as I grabbed his leash. "Alright, let's go."

As we walked, I couldn't help thinking about Amelia and our night. The dinner was a disaster, but her face was priceless when she realized what happened. And the ice cream after? Perfect save.

It was strange how the whole mess just made me like her more. Amelia had a way of turning screw-ups into something fun. I couldn't remember the last time I laughed that much.

As we headed back, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was falling for her. Hard.

Part of me wanted to panic. It had been a long time since I let anyone get close. But with Amelia? It felt right.

She was real. No games, no BS. Just Amelia.

Crawling into bed, I felt... good. Really good. Whatever came next, I was all in.

We'd figure it out together. One day at a time.

Chapter thirteen

Amelia

Irummaged through my closet like a squirrel searching for its winter stash, tossing aside sundresses and sandals in my quest for old tennis shoes. My hand brushed against something smooth and leather-bound, and I pulled out my high school yearbook. Talk about a blast from the past.

Flipping through the pages, I cringed at my younger self's loopy handwriting and the abundance of hearts around a certain someone's photos. Trevor Phillips, my high school crush, turned... well, I wasn't quite sure what we were now. Complicated? Definitely. More than friends? Absolutely.

I shoved the yearbook back into the closet's black hole and finally unearthed my old tennis shoes. They looked like they'd been through a war with an art supply store, but they were comfortable. And right now, comfort trumped style.

Tugging them on, I silently prayed they'd magically transform into proper hiking boots. In the kitchen, I packed water and granola bars, Susan's words echoing in my head: "Yoga is not comparable to hiking, Amelia. You might want to wear more than just your floral leggings and tank top." Thanks for the vote of confidence.

A knock at the door jolted me from my packing frenzy. There stood Trevor, looking like he'd stepped out of a rugged outdoor catalog. His faded t-shirt and jeans shouldn't have looked that good, but somehow, they did.

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