Chapter 19. Face, Red...

Amelia's POV

I sat down there, on the floor, and thought about it. What harm could come out of me living with him? Nothing, right?

I stood up and decided. I have to tell Joanna at least. I mean if I have to live here, someone has to know, right?

And when I am done and I have found my family's murderer and put him behind bars, I can just leave this place and continue with my life.

I walked towards the door slowly. Even though I am still confused and slightly annoyed about what William had done this evening, I still have to talk to him.

I walked quickly and without any reason, pushed the door open.

I was faced with a well-toned chest and my mouth went wide. I looked up and I saw his wet hair dripping, he was staring at me with a towel in his hand, which he, I assume used to dry the right side of his head before I barged in stupidly.

I looked back down unwillingly. His body was bare up to that 'v' part. Looking down further would be...