Chapter 19 Secret Santa Is Not Such A Secret

Amara's POV

My head rested on Matteo's chest as on the side of him, his arms were over my shoulder drawing lines on my arms. I smiled when I looked at him, it was as if we weren't faking this engagement at all. It's been two days since I told Matteo about half my past. And he thought of me as a strong woman. He thought of me as a fighter which I slowly learnt to accept. I was a fighter. I fought past the abuse of my dad. I fought past the rape of my uncle and his friends.

My hands were rested on his hands, it was my turn to slowly draw circles. "The spider crawls up from the nest, into the pipe." I said as I crawl my fingers on his tattooed arm until I reached his shoulders. "Settled on the counter before snagging the ant." I said as I gently slap his cheeks. He looks at me dumbfounded and grabs my hand before settling kisses on the palms of it.