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chapter twenty; dating an idiot
"Te quiero."
Te quiero? What the hell was she thinking?
The answer was she wasn't. Why would she have told him that? Well, Amaya was sure she felt love for him, how could she not? James had shown her what having a family felt like, what unconditional love was and she loved him for it.
She just wasn't sure whether that love was... Was she in love with James Potter?
For the past few days she'd been trying to figure that out, or at least allow herself to do so. That day they were interrupted in the kitchen by Ninny who'd pretended she didn't just see them snogging each other silly against the wall and demanded they go set the table for dinner.
Both of them couldn't stop smiling like giddy fools every time they looked at each other. Everything was on the table now, well nearly everything, and there was no more dancing around the subject of them.
That night, after dinner, Amaya left the bathroom after getting ready for bed and found James leaning against the bed, reading one of the books he'd gotten her (of which she'd read about half of one, whilst he'd gotten through a couple of them). She couldn't help the smile on her face as she saw him.
She'd crawled through the bed, sitting in his lap as she straddled his thighs and James had stopped reading looking up at her in amusement. "Can I help you?" he'd said teasingly, setting the book aside as his hands settled on her thighs.
"Yes." Amaya had to bite down her grin as she tilted her head at him. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Shoot."
"Now that we're... dating," she said, leaning in closer to him, her hands on his shoulders, his muscles bunching up beneath her fingers, "Shouldn't we go on a date? I've never had one."
His brows shot to his hairline. "Never?"
Amaya's nose scrunched up and she shook her head. "Not really. Unless parties with strangers count. And nothing we do together has officially been declared a date."
"We're definitely fixing that," he'd said with no hesitation pulling her closer, his eyes glinting. "What would you like to do, love?"
Thinking for a second, Amaya ended up shrugging her shoulders. As long as she spent time with him and had fun she wasn't picky. They could simply go outside and watch the stars and she'd be happy. "I dunno. Where do you usually go on dates?"
James shrugged too. "Last date I was on, darling, I was sixteen and took a girl to a joke shop. She didn't appreciate it too much. I had to buy her a butterbeer after and pretend that was the original plan."
