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.”

to burst my

my body is pressed up to his. His hand glides down my arm,”now tell me,

when he touches me like this. It may not be the answer that he’s

“Don’t think. Just feel. Let your body take

close my eyes and do just like he tells me to. The feelings that bombard me are almost

have no idea what it is. I feel terrified. I feel like my body is practically

What did I just do? What did I accidentally

did I speak to him as I knew him? Like we were lovers? Like we’ve known each

say things like that to him? It makes absolutely no sense

definitely not happy with what I just had to say. Why would he be? He’s here trying to teach

“Stop those feelings. Don’t wish for things that could never happen. I will bring you only pain. Stay away from me if you know what’s good for

same person that was just beside me. His eyes seem different for

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

he hurt me? I don’t think it’s possible. I don’t think he knows what he’s speaking

me. Why should I stay away from you?” It’s not like we could avoid each other while living in the same house

And don’t you dare f*****g get any sort of feelings for me.” He warns. “Pretend that we don’t know each other. Pretend that we aren’t living in the same

watch as he pushes away from me and storms off in the opposite direction. What the hell

-ADAM

the mirror. I did something alarming today, something that

I had no control over my body. Almost like I was speaking about something I’ve experienced before when I know that I haven’t. I talked like someone who knew Amiera more than she knew herself. That was absurd. I barely knew the girl, and the little that I did know would

things to me? Like we were lovers? And why did something inside of me tell me that we were? Ever since I first saw her, I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind. I thought about her constantly,

I had this gut-wrenching pain in the pit of my stomach. Something was telling me to remember, to remember her, to reflect the pain, to place the happiness,

like time

those things to Amiera today? I’ve been repeating this question in my head