Here's to the girls who find Bad Guys more appealing than Good Guys.
In the vibrant world of an Arts and Literature College, Emily dances on the brink of rebellion. A fiery spirit, her life intertwines with the enigmatic bad boy, Alex, in a whirlwin...
We strolled together, hand in hand, our eyes engaged in a silent dance—stealing glances, holding each other's gaze, and reclaiming that connection repeatedly. Words felt like intruders in the intimate space we shared because the unspoken communication between us transcended the limitations of language.
Sheldon finally broke the silence. "Hey, Jessica called me this morning. She was asking about you. I didn't tell her that you were admitted; otherwise, she would have rushed here. I mentioned that you stayed with me at my home last night." His voice was pure like a melody in the ambiance of the place. For a moment, I stood quiet, dragging my senses to reality.
"Great. Just don't let her know about the truth. I don't want her to shoulder all the guilt," I replied, a sense of relief washing over me that Jessica remained unaware of the complexities surrounding my recent experiences.
"Don't worry, it's my duty," Sheldon assured me, his gaze filled with understanding.
"Sheldon, can I stay with you, in your house for a while?" I hesitated, then finally asked, turning myself fully towards him.
"Yeah, of course you can. My aunt will be there to give you company, and, of course, me," he replied with a warm smile curving on his pink lips. The prospect of finding solace in his presence brought a sense of comfort within me, and we continued our conversation as we made our way to his house.
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Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
The evening unfolded in a cozy embrace as I found myself seated in the kitchen area, assisting Sheldon's aunt in preparing dinner while he rested in his room. As we engaged in the timeless art of chopping vegetables, his aunt began weaving tales of her teenage years and recounted the story of how she met her now late husband, Adam, and then some funny childhood incidents of Sheldon.
"You know, Emily, when he was small, Adam used to teach him swimming in the backyard lake. He was so afraid of the water that he started to cry uncontrollably on his first day. And now, look at him – he became a master in swimming," she shared, a fond smile accompanying the reminiscence. I responded with an equally bright smile, intrigued by the glimpses into Sheldon's past.
Eager for more anecdotes, I inquired, "Tell me more. It's very funny."
"Enough making fun of me, and Aunt, they were very embarrassing," Sheldon's protest echoed as he emerged from his room, and took a seat beside me.
"Now, let me help you ladies," he declared, picking up the carrots from the chopping board where I was working. "I can do it myself," I protested. "I know you can but let me" he replied, swiftly taking the chopper from my hand. "You know cooking?" I added, raising my eyebrows in curiosity.
"Yeah, he learned it from me," his aunt chimed in, revealing another layer of his diverse skills. The kitchen, filled with laughter and the savory aroma of dinner in the making, became a canvas for the shared moments that etched themselves into the tapestry of our unfolding story.
