Yay, another chapter! And just so all of you know who read my entries, I plan on adding some of the chapters together to be a bit longer, but the content will not change! Read away! 
Jessica
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Amelia woke up to bright rays of sunshine flowing through her midnight blue curtains. As always, the sun caused her skin to turn almost white. Contradictory to what myths suggested, the sun couldn't hurt her; but it did make her feel as though tendrils of cold were spreading throughout her body.
She rolled over in the large, soft bed and covered her face with a pillow. She was determined to rest for at least another half an hour, but as she got comfortable again, she heard a light tapping on her bedroom door.
Who is it?” She yelled, unable to stop the irritation in her voice.
“It's me, you grouch,” Cheyenne replied, noting the obvious mood Amelia was in.
“Come in, girl.”
Cheyenne came in and closed the door behind her. “You know it's like eleven o'clock, right?”
Amelia glanced over at the clock she had placed on the nightstand the previous night. “Yeah, I guess it is; sorry. The sun was trying to blind me and I just got comfortable,” She laughed as she scooted over, making room so that Cheyenne could sit beside her.
“Well, the reason I came up here is worth it anyway! Earlier, just after I had woken up, the doorbell rang. I couldn’t imagine who would show up here so soon after we moved in, so I hid on the stairs while Malacai answered the door. There was a gorgeous man standing there! From the way he was talking, it sounds like he might be the guy that sold us this house. Malacai is still talking with him on the porch. Want to go introduce ourselves?”
Amelia shuffled over on the bed and pulled the blinds back. She could see Malacai standing on the porch with a man. Curious, she studied him.
He had long plaited hair and his skin the color of warm caramel. He was the most beautiful man that she’d ever seen in her life.
“Let's go!” Amelia backed away from the window and jumped off the bed.
“Yes, Ma'am!” Cheyenne ran out of the room to give Amelia a chance to get dressed.
Five minutes later, Amelia was dashing out of the bedroom and down the stairs with Cheyenne at her heels. They made it to the front door and paused.
“You ready?” Cheyenne asked.
“Oh, yeah,” Amelia smiled brightly.
She slowly opened the front door to find the gorgeous man standing right in front of her.
“Hi, there,” He grinned. He had stepped back and it was obvious that he had been about to walk in the door when Amelia had opened it.
“Hi. I'm...Amelia,” she stuttered, trying desperately to remember if that was her name. She held out her hand to him.
“My name is Damian,” he said as he grasped her hand. “My parents' used to own this house, and I wanted to come by and introduce myself. I hope you are enjoying the house!”
Amelia caught herself admiring his body, and then caught his enticing hazel gaze, “I love it; it couldn't be more perfect!”
“I was just telling your father how glad I am that I could find such a wonderful family to sell the house to. You deserve it.”
Amelia chuckled. Not only from nervousness but from the fact that Malacai had told this man that he was their father.
“Come on in, Damian. Let me get you something to drink,” Malacai ushered Damian into the house.
Their house was always fully stocked with groceries. Malacai might not like humans, but he at least had the courtesy to treat them well if they happened to come into his home.
As Amelia watched Malacai and Damian head for the kitchen, she realized that Cheyenne was nowhere to be found. She looked around the lower level of the house until she found Cheyenne sitting in the study, seemingly reading a book.
“I gotta look smart!” Cheyenne said when she saw Amelia studying her.
“You are smart, girl. Calm down; he seems really nice.”
“Aw, man. You can have him,” Cheyenne said as soon as she saw the look on Amelia's face.
“Chey! This isn't a contest. We just met him for goodness sake.”
She couldn’t help thinking about the man that was chatting with her “father” in the kitchen. She couldn't explain the feeling she had gotten when she had opened the door and saw him standing there, but it was as if she had gotten butterflies, only she had felt them in her heart. The feeling intensified as she thought about it.
Malacai stepped into the study with Damian following closely behind him.
“We've made this room into a study. As you can see, the girls like to do their reading and computer work in here,” Malacai explained as Amelia attempted to calm herself after being startled by their appearance.
“This is great! I wish we would have thought of this. We used this as a storage room.”
“We?” Amelia couldn’t help but ask. She was intrigued and wanted to know more about the man.
“Yes, my parents and I, before I moved out,” Damian replied. “I've been living about an hour and a half away with my roommate for about two years now.”
“Oh, okay…” Amelia trailed off, losing the ability to speak. She looked back at him and their gazes locked. His eyes were intense, and she could tell he had been going through something difficult. She might not be able to read minds exactly but she could read auras and body language.
“Well, it was really great meeting you guys, but it’s time for me to leave.” Damian waved good- bye as Malacai walked him to the door.
Cheyenne was engrossed in her book until Damian left. Once she was sure that he wasn’t within range to hear her, she set her book on the table and turned to Amelia, a grin lighting up her face.
“What was that about?”
“What was what about?” Amelia mumbled, her mind elsewhere. She was more concerned about when she was going to see Damian again.
“I thought you two were going to kiss! You stared at each other for like 5 minutes!”
“He seems so sad, Chey. You think we'll ever see him again?” Amelia whispered.
She peeked her head around the corner to see Malacai and Damian by the door. They were talking low, but Amelia was sure she heard something about an accident. Walking back to her chair, she took her seat by Cheyenne again. The front door closed, and she knew that she might not ever see the handsome man again. Somehow, though, she knew that she could make it happen.
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You're welcome!!!!
*grins* cannot wait till next chapter
They finally meet! Yay.