"Your behavior towards me is highly inappropriate, Amelia. I don't wish to be misconstrued as your object of desire, someone you'd exploit in private spaces. If that's your true intention, perhaps it's best to let me go or return me to work with Mr. Caine," I said after a brief pause, turning to face him. His expression was stern. "Amelia, I'm sorry if I gave you that impression. I understand how my actions might have seemed unclear, and I apologize for any confusion." "Then, what exactly do you want from me?" I asked, my voice tinged with an odd mix of curiosity and unease, clearing my throat. He leaned closer, setting down my ice cream on the bench, his hand gently lifting my chin to maintain eye contact. "You, Amelia," he replied softly yet firmly. Before I could fully process his words, his lips claimed mine, silencing any further thoughts.
