(Noah/Abel's POV)

Sitting on my bed, I have my head tucked in my hands as I tug at my hair. Why does she make feel like this? She left me in the rain an hour ago and I feel... Lost. What has she done to me? I noticed her bedroom light hasn't come on, which worries me. She hit her head pretty hard, if Donny isn't home and she faints or passes out, she could get hurt.

Pulling out my fake persona's phone, I find Donny's contact and hit call.

"Hello?" He answers cooly.

It's obvious Amara shared how I've been with him.

"Donny, are you home?"

"No, I'm at Carrie's."

"Have you heard from Amara?" The worry in my voice was sincere.

Catching on, he stammers."No I haven't heard from her in an hour, is everything all right?"

"Erick came by and caused Amara to hit her head off the ground and she hit it pretty hard." I tell him honestly. "I'm going to check on her."

"Fine, only because I'm half an hour away."

"Okay." I roll my eyes and hang up. Standing from my bed I throw on a shoes and rush to Amara's.

From the window, I can their living room light is on. Checking the knob, it's unlocked. Slowly, I push the door open and step in.

"Amara?" I call as I shut the door behind me. Walking around the house, I stop in the living room.

There I find a half naked Amara, passed out on the couch with her hand clasped around something. Hurrying to her side, I check her pulse. It seems fine. I check her breathing, fine. Opening her hand, I discover a small sex toy. Turning to set it on their coffee table, I notice the drawings she must of just done. One of them is of me in a window, changing my shirt. Another is me, smoking a cigarette at the bar, even me choking Erick. It's not complete yet but it's done enough for me to know what it is.

Suddenly a light bulb went off in my head. Did this little vixen get off on, well me? God that's hot, I can't think of that now though.

Lightly shaking her arm, I call out to her. "Amara are you okay?" She doesn't budge. "Amara, wake up." Again, nothing.

I can feel the panic swirling around in my stomach. Tucking my arms under her back, I lift her limp body in my arms.

"What are you doing?" She shoots up, fully alarmed.

With in seconds of looking at her, the anxiety eases away. I don't know why came over me but I hugged her close to my chest. The blissful moment was just that, a moment. Grunting, she pushes herself off my chest and glares at me while she's still in my arms.

"What the hell is with you?" She hisses as she drops herself from my arms.

"Amara, let me explain."

"No, I don't need an explanation. You tried me out and didn't like it. Leave me alone."

"I did like being with you." I huff as I watch her bite her bottom lip. "I still like you Amara."

"Then why were you so mean to me?" She shoves me. "Answer me that. Actually don't, this argument didn't go anywhere befo-."

"I had an argument with Brandon." I spill honestly. "He called out my feelings and at the time I was too blind to see them and it angered me that he thought that I woul-."

"Would like a girl who isn't a busty blonde?"

"Yes." I laugh, thinking she got what I meant.

When she scoffs, I realize she didn't. "Please go home." She rubs her temples.

"Amara, I've never dated before. This is something I'm new at."

"Giving me the cold shoulder and being a dick isn't the way to go."

"We can't do this right now, you need to go to the hospital." I snap, throwing the tiny women over my shoulder.

"Abel, put me down." She yells as she beats on my back with her small fists.

Ignoring her request, I march out of her house and into my yard.

"Hey." Amara grunts as I toss her in my back seat and get in the driver's side. "This is kidnapping, I could have you arrested."

"Yeah." I shrug my brod shoulders as I back out of my drive way. "But you won't."

Rolling her green eyes, she scoffs and sits back.

"Seatbelt." The order flies out of my mouth.

"What?" One of her brows shoots straight up in confusion.

"Put on your seatbelt." I stop the car.

"You aren't serious?"

"No, I am."

"Fuck you." She spits with her arms crossed.

"I wish you would but, right now I need you to put your seatbelt on." Her face heats red after my words hit her.

"F-fine." She stutters and straps the belt across her chest and lap. "Why do I have to sit in the back?" She asks while I peel out of the subdivision.

"Uh, I don't know."

************

"I'm glad you brought her here." Matt looks down at Amara with a warm look. "You opened your stitches, you should be more careful." He takes her hand in his and gives it a small kiss. "You could of gotten a concussion, then what would Abel and I do?"

Shooting him a glare, I silently threaten his life.

"He must really like you if he cared enough to bring you here. After all it wasn't major, just a small bump on the head." He stands behind Amara and smirks at. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulls her close to him. "I'm glad you're okay though, I'd feel awful if something happened to you."

My eyes narrow as I witness his arms tightly wrapped around Amara. Fucking douche always has to test me, this is why I hate him.

"Gosh Abel, you should keep a better eye on such a beauty. Or someone else will." Although he sounded friendly, his words were anything but. Once Amara looks up at him, he immediately smiles wide.

"This isn't Abel's fault, and I'm not his responsibility." Her eyes burn into his with anger.

"I'm fine, I don't need a baby sitter. Let alone two." She rolls her eyes and grabs her coat to leave.

Grinning like an idiot I turn to follow her outside. "Fuck, I guess she likes me." I shrug at him before leaving. "Sorry bud."

"Like you care, I actually like her. You're just playing games with her head."

Stopping in my tracks, I give him a stunned look. "What do you mean you actually like her?" Something in the pit of my stomach forced me to clench my fist. It feels like a different kind of anger.

"Yeah I do."

"Well fuck off, this was my mission first." I snap at him when I see Amara sitting in my car through his office window.

"It's not about the mission, Noah." He growls. "You can have the damn mission."

"You just Amara?"

Nodding his head, he shrugs. "She's different from the girls we have to trick Noah, she's not stupid or needy." A smile spreads across his face as he thinks about her. "She's beautiful, independent, smart, stubborn and sweet."

Chuckling, I shake my head. He's fucking right, and he doesn't even know her like I do.

"You don't even know her."

"Do you?" He raises a brow.

Thinking back, I smirk. "Yeah, I do. Believe it or not. She tucks her hair behind her ear when she's nervous, lying, embarrassed, flattered, and." I hold up my hand with a wide smile. "When she's turned on."

"Is that it?" He laughs. "You've noticed a habit she has? I'd expect you too, you're around her everyday."

"Exactly." I snap at him with knotted brows. "I know more about her inside and out, literally." I clench the door frame with my large hand. "I know what pisses her off, what makes her happy, how to get her to smile. Fuck, I even know her sweet spot. Do you know all that shit?"

"What's her favorite drink?" He crosses his arms over his chest.

"What is this a fucking test?"

"So you don't know?"

"Tequila. Now fuck off and leave her alone." I hiss, leaving his office.