Contentment settles in my chest as I sigh her name. Reaching up, I swipe a thumb down the bridge of a freckled nose, grazing downturned lips before sloppily cupping her jaw. “Beautiful girl.” When Amelia frowns, it takes me a second to realize I’m not speaking English. And when I repeat the sentiment in the language we both understand, pale cheeks redden. I grin, goofy as fuck, but I don’t care. I fucking love that blush, and I love it even more when I’m the reason for it.
Ok I need him
