I'm fucked. I'm so fucked. I fell for Juliet Marozova. My sister's best friend and an absolute pain.
God I can't explain the way I feel around her. So easy. So relaxed. It's like nothing else matters.
I can't be feeling this. There are so many reasons yet none make me wanna stop.
My paranoia wouldn't let me leave Juliet alone in her apartment. Thank God for the fact that Alyssa had decided to live by herself and moved a few days ago.
I had the entire house to myself and Juliet.
My car pulled up to my garage and parked inside. I got out first and opened the door for Juliet.
Her hair was slightly wavy, falling across he face so beautifully I wanted to touch it. To feel her soft black waves, to smell her sweet cherry scent till I was high on it.
Snap out of it.
I forced myself to stop as I stepped aside letting Juliet through. In all truth she was practically already fully healed, but helping her never felt better.
She walked into my house and looked around. I walked in behind her.
"Where will I stay?"
She asked subtly.
"Anywhere you want. Alyssa's room is out of bounds though, she specifically told me no one could enter. It's locked anyway."
"That leaves the couches, the lounge area on the roof and-"
"My bedroom. You're not sleeping on the fucking roof Jules, nor the couch. My bed is big we'll be fine."
She sighed but complied. I swore I saw her face gain a slight taint of blush.. And God she looked stunning trying to hide it.
I led her to my room and let her change into some of my clothes. It couldn't be that bad? I myself stayed downstairs and began to make food.
I can't boast but I'd stay I make pretty pasta. I knew how much she loved Italian food, she deserved to have the things she loved especially after the stress of an accident and the aftermath.
I got to work immediately.
Washing my hands, pulling off my jacket and lifting my sleeves.
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It's been around one and a half hours. I went with my classic Tomato Ricotta pasta dish.
Juliet had stayed in my room this whole time. I wondered what she'd been doing up there.
I called her name to say it was time for her to eat.
No answer.
I called again.
No answer.
I set her plate down and walked up to my room. My dark grey door was closed. I pushed it open by the handle only to see Juliet laying on my bed, hair spread out, in my jumper and boxers. My jacket was practically the size of a dress or skirt to her while my boxers like shorts.
She looked angelic.
I took slow steps towards her and kneeled down next to my bed. I don't know why possessed me in that moment.
I kissed her on the crown of her head.
"Princess, I made you dinner, wake up."
She woke up but gave me nothing but a lazy sound in return.
"I made pasta, your favorite."
My voice was barely above a whisper, I'd draped my arm across her waist and pulled her closer to the edge of my bed.
"I know you're hungry Princess, you can sleep later."
She gave a small stretch and groaned quietly. I helped her sit up at first and only then stand up.
She wouldn't look at me as we walked downstairs to the kitchen island with her food.
She sat down onto one of the tall chairs and started to eat. I myself went to my fridge and pulled out a sandwich from the store. 'Honey smoked ham and cheddar cheese', a personal favorite.
"Want a drink? Juice? Water? Soda?"
"What juice do you have?"
"Apple, Orange, mango-"
"Orange."
I smirked recognising the attitude.
"Coming right up your Highness."
I reached over and placed her juice to the side of he plate.
We ate in silence though I could not keep my eyes off her. She looked gorgeous, stunning, how was it fair that a person always looked so flawless.
I admired her as she finished the pasta.
"Thank you. You aren't a bad cook."
"My pleasure Princess."
I'd finished my sandwich long ago and just stayed to watch the angelic person infront of me.
I stood up just as she did and put my arm around her waist.
"Let's get you to bed. You need rest. Doctor's orders."
"Yes Dr. Young."
She replied it so innocently, I knew damn well she knew what she was doing to me.
God this woman would drive me fucking insane.
We got to my room and I lay her down. I got it right behind her. My arm was draped around her perfect waist, she had her back almost pressed against my chest and my face could smell her perfect black waves of hair.
God was in heaven? I was sure I'd died and was now at peace.
"Goodnight Princess."
"Goodnight Josh."
