Page 88 of Heal Me

"He probably hates me."

"Hey." Sebastian takes my hand. "No one hates you, Amelia, he even invited us to dinner."

"What he did? " I blurt out.

"Don't worry, I refused, I knew you wouldn't want to." Perhaps another step to healing will be this?

Face your greatest fear?

"In general, I don't mind." I speak somewhat uncertainly and quietly, but it is clear enough for Sebastian to agree.

"Okay, then I will text him and tomorrow we will have dinner together."

"Agreed."

My gaze falls on Lily, who enters the room. She looks great as always.

"I need to go." Sebastian gets up from my bed. "I will text you later." I purse my lips and nod.

I look at my friend. I know what she wants to talk about, but I pretend I'm not interested in talking.

"Danylo already asked everyone if they had seen you." Lily sits down next to me. "Is something going on between you two?" She tries to read my thoughts with her penetrating eyes.

And I would be glad if someone could read my thoughts and finally explain what is happening to me, and I am the only one, it seems, who doesn't understand.

"No," I answer briefly.

"He likes you." She has a quiet voice, but for some reason the words sound so loud. "And for some reason it seems to me that you like him too."

I start to shake.

"Lily," I smile, hiding the pain, "I assure you that we are just friends. "

"If you want to talk about it... "

"You better tell me about your new boyfriend, who is he?" I put the books aside. "Do I know him?"

"Are you talking about Liam?" laughs Lily.

"Well, if the tall pumped-up athlete with a Hollywood smile is called Liam, then yes, I am talking about him."

"We hung out several times together, but nothing serious."

"Really, you don't want a serious relationship?"

"I want to," moans Lily sadly, "but so far I haven't met the one. Well, maybe." She bites her lip, "if Danylo didn't have Zlata, then I would definitely mess with him." My heart skips a beat.

Another.

My heart rate rises to a hundred and thirty.

"Really?" I laugh, as if this news did not cause jealousy in me two seconds ago.

Stop. What? I'm jealous? "Have you seen him at all?" I saw.

And I want to see him again.

A few million more times.

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