Once a Dare leads to Love (BOOK 1)

|45|Bad Day|

Eric P.O.V

It was a bad day. I should have known that. But no. I had to listen to Owen's advice and blurted out everything without any plan.

I'm such an idiot!

"Damn, dude! Don't tell me you did this?" Owen said, looking at the broken pieces of blue glass. I followed his gaze and saw how the blue liquid had painted her favorite Persian rug. 

I knew I was doomed so I didn't reply to him.

Owen sighed as he came forward and sat beside me.

"By the way, just a reminder. When Rosalyn will throw you out of this house for coming into her room and messing with her things. The door of my house is always open for you, okay? Don't worry about anything..." I picked a stuffed toy from beside me and threw it at him. He chuckled.

I still couldn't understand when my sister will grow up? Her room was full of stuffed toys and the rest of the work was accomplished with a white and pink theme. So girlish! But sometimes, she behaved like a mature mother as if, I was her son or a little brother, not twin, not to mention fifteen seconds big brother.

"Okay, on a serious note. What did you say to Skylee back then?" He asked.

I groaned loudly as I buried my head in my hands and stared down on the floor.

"Don't ask," I muttered under my breath.

I never lost control, not even when the most popular and most beautiful girls were throwing themselves at me. I never felt anything with them but her. This weird feeling washed over me whenever I was with her. It didn't matter if I touch her or not, just one look at her and my heart was out of control. I lost control over my thoughts, my tongue, and my body. These feelings were so overwhelming that I couldn't deny them anymore. I couldn't control my heart anymore.

Tonight, when I was so close to her. I felt as if... I found something. I didn't know what, but it felt like I did, something beautiful, something so magical,  something for what I was... Looking for so long. Fuck, I didn't even know how to describe my emotions!

But I knew one thing, I was not letting her go, not at any cost. I need her and I want her and now, she will like it or not, but I will never let her go.

'She is mine now. Nothing can change that. Not even she herself.'

I looked at Owen and smiled, "I like her."

I confessed. For the first time in my life, I liked someone. It was her!

His eyes widened before he chuckled and shook his head. "Welcome to the world of whipped people." He smirked.

"I'm serious, Owen. I don't know what else to call this. I think I like her because I can stare at her without blinking and I can do anything to make her smile, I think I'm addicted to her smiles and I can hear her taunts all the time without minding. I can cook for her and mess with her, hell, I... I don't know how to make you understand these feelings. I want her and I really want her to be mine," I said.

Did I just ramble? Great!

He again chuckled and put his hand on my shoulder, "Are you sure this is only liking, nothing far more than liking?" He wiggled his brows, looking so amused at my state.