A M E L I A

“Please stay with me, Aksh.” 

My vision is blurred, probably because of the alcohol, as I try to make out his face. I know it’s him because his scent, the faintest trail of vetiver and smoke less ass- like something ruined long ago. 

I blink again and again, softly and lousily, before I am finally able to see his face clearly. He stares back at me, confused, his eyebrows knit together. But there is also a sense of relief in his features, and I can’t make out anything else. 

With a small pout on my, I bat my eyelashes and tap beside me with one hand. He frowns and tilts his head in confusion. “Sit.” 

Ekaksh tries getting rid of his hand from my grip but I tighten my fingers around him in response, digging my nails in his skin. “Li- Amelia, leave my hand.”