My Best Friend Stole My Royal Boyfriend

Chapter 60

The next day at school, things are back to normal. The cafeteria is all cleaned up like there was never a fire, to begin with. No one is even speaking about it anymore. Everyone is excited about the upcoming trip, and that’s what the talk is about today.

I’m anything but excited about interacting with royals and whatever they had planned. I didn’t trust them.

We have another sword training session this morning, and even though Adam and I came to school together this morning, somehow, I’m once again late to class. I’m sure that he hasn’t noticed since squealing girls are all around him, trying their best to get his attention, just like I remembered from the first day he got here. School was never this frustrating for me until now.

Our gazes lock, and my heart begins to beat faster than it’s ever done before. It’s like my body remembers so much about him. It wants to run to him. To hug Him. To kiss him. To never let him go.

He’s gazing at me too, and I have to wonder if he feels anything like I do. Does he feel like he can’t go without being next to me? Does he feel the heat and the desperation? Does he feel like he will die if he doesn’t hold me soon? Does he feel anything at all? I wish I knew the answer to these questions, but I don’t, and I don’t think I ever will.

We are asked once again to stand in a line; everyone gets a chance to train with him, and since I’m late, I’m the last one.

“Pick up your sword Amiera.” He orders me. I do as he says, not wanting a repeat of last time. I’m no longer trying to annoy him.”Tell me what you feel.”He says as he walks towards me.

Why does he do that? Anytime he gets too close, I can’t think clearly.

I try to think of something, anything to say, but nothing comes to mind. Why does he always ask me that question? Why does he always want to know what I feel?

“Tell me.” He urges me. “I don’t know,” I mumble. “I can’t really tell,” I say in a defeated tone. What am I supposed to say? What was the right thing to say to him? “Class,” he says. “Make a trip around the school and meet us back here.”

I watch as everyone obeys him without asking any questions. Why would they? Everyone here worships the ground he walked on.

“Why did you do that?” I ask him. “Why did you ask them to leave?” “Because I want to be alone with you.” He confesses. My lips part at his words. He wants to be alone with me? My heart does a little jump at his words.

“So that you can train better. Your mind seems to be far. I think the fewer people here, the more you’ll be able to concentrate.”

have to burst

pressed up to his. His hand glides down my arm,”now tell me, Amiera. What do you feel

to know what I truly feel when he touches me

he orders me. “Don’t think. Just feel. Let your body take control,

and do just like he tells me to. The feelings that bombard me are

flowing through my veins and begging to be let free. I feel great sadness. I feel heartbroken over something, but I have no idea what it is. I feel terrified. I feel like my body is practically begging to be by your side, to feel every touch that you can give, to know what it’s like to be kissed by you. To know what it’s like to be beneath you…to hold you close to me and never let you

What did I accidentally confess to

as I knew him? Like we

aren’t even romantically involved, so why did I say things like that to him?

to face him, and I wince at the look on his face. He’s definitely not happy with what I just had to say. Why would he be? He’s here trying to teach me how to sword

wish for things that could never happen. I will bring you only pain. Stay

sure that he’s the same person that was just beside me. His eyes seem different for some reason. Like someone else has taken control

the picture, but it’s not like it’s his fault. He isn’t controlling my emotions, and he

how can he hurt me? I don’t think it’s possible. I don’t

should I stay away from you?” It’s

sort of feelings for me.” He warns. “Pretend that we don’t know each other. Pretend that we aren’t living in the same house. Pretend that we aren’t going to the same school. Do what you

I watch as he pushes away from me and

-ADAM

water over my face and stare at myself in the mirror. I did something alarming today, something that I’ve never

I was speaking about something I’ve experienced before when I know that I haven’t. I talked like someone who knew Amiera

lovers? And why did something inside of me tell me that we were? Ever since I first saw

stomach. Something was telling me to remember, to remember her, to

why did I feel like time

say those things to Amiera today? I’ve been repeating