Amelia's POV

A week later. . .

I linked my arm around Desmond's shoulder and looked over at his face, which was holding a trace of anxiety. Smiling, I poked his chest and he lowered his head to look at my face,

“Don't tell me you're scared” my voice was bone-chilling with ridicule and his face flushed instantly, “Oh my,” I sneered relentlessly, and he clasped my cheek suddenly, “What kind of baby are you? Can't you be at least encouraging at this crucial moment?” his voice inevitably trembled without him noticing.

I wrapped my hands around his neck, stood on my tiptoed, and kissed him without hesitation. It was...