Amelia P.O.V
Alexander's smile was panty dropping.
You guys might think 'oh, she's over exaggerating' or 'get over it!'
But seriously, his smile, was panty dropping.
He had dimples, you know, those two holes at the side of his cheeks? Oh who am I kidding, you guys probably know what dimples are.
His teeth were perfectly straight and white. I've never seen him smile before but my god was it amazing.
I wish he could do it more, well, what's that saying? if wishes were horses, beggars would ride? Yeah, that's the one.
I was to caught up in my thoughts that I didn't hear Alexander coming into the kitchen.
"What are you cooking?" He asked as he set up his laptop on the kitchen island and took a seat on the stool.
"Spaghetti and meatballs." I answered as I took the spaghetti off the stove and into the sink to drain it.
He didn't say anything after that and I assumed he nodded his head.
But boy was I wrong.
As I was still draining the spaghetti, I felt his body right behind me.
I froze and my breath caught in my throat.
"W.. what are you doing?" I stupidly stammered.
I put the pot in the sink and turned around.
Again, big, big, mistake.
Alexander stood less than two feet away, his chest almost touching mine.
He crossed his arms and licked his lower lip. That gesture alone made down there tingle.
"Tell me Amelia, do I make you nervous?" He asked as he put a strand of hair behind my ear.
"W.. what? Of.. of course no.. not." My dumbass stammered, again.
He leaned down and I felt his hot breath on my ear.
"Are you sure about that?" He asked.
"Y-" I stopped and nodded because I definitely could not trust my voice right now.
He stood up straight with weird facial expression on his face.
Almost as if he wanted to laugh?
My theories were tested correct when he burst out laughing, his hand clutching his stomach as he bent down.
"Ha ha, very funny Alexander." I said in a sing song voice as I turned around and grabbed the pan of spaghetti from the sink.
"You.. you should.. have se.. seen.. your.. fa.. face!" He said with laughter in between the sentence.
I just smiled because honestly, if I could get humiliated every single day just to hear his laugh, I would do it my self.
"It's not funny Alexander." I said as I crossed my arms and turned to him with furrowed eyebrows.
"Oh yes it is." He said as he finally sobered up and sat on his stool.
I just rolled my eyes and turned back to the food I was cooking.
"Ahem."
"What?" I asked as I stirred the meatballs.
"I told you to stop doing that."
"Doing what?" I played dumb.
"You know what I mean Amelia." He said in a sing song voice which was hilarious.
"No, I don't." I raised an eyebrow and turned around, crossing my arms.
"Yes, you do." He said as he stared me down as well.
"Well I don't know what you're talking about, so excuse me, I have something to do." I then turned around and went back to what I was doing.
He didn't say anything after that and I assumed he had given up so mentally patted myself on the back saying 'good job Amelia.'
But boy was I wrong, again.
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