The Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 18 - Can I Trust You?

I opened up the door only to see Georgia who was bright red. She was staring at me and at the same time she was very out of breath.

I stood back to let her through which she did without a problem.

She is wearing a cute little white off the shoulder top with a pair of trackies. Her hair is done up into a high bun and she is wearing no make up. Right now, she looks so damn good.

"We need to talk." She said walking passed me. Realising that whatever she is about to say is serious, I lead her to the kitchen at the end of the corridor. I pulled up two bar chairs to the kitchen island and faced her to hear what she has to say.

"Fire away."

She was thinking for a few seconds until she figured out her virtual thought puzzle.

"You need to swear to me that you don't tell anyone about my Mum." She said pleading to me like nothing else mattered. Her serious face is so cute.

Shut the fuck up Miles. I am meant to hate this girl.

"I already said I wasn't going to." I said. Why am I not feeling as confident as normal? It is like she is sucking every fraction of my bad boy attitude away from me. The more time I spend with this girl the more time I am shrivelling up, changing for someone else.

"But for some reason I just have a sickening feeling you will babble to your friends about it and it is scaring me shitless." She finished putting her hands together on her lap taking a much needed breath of air.

I laughed at her response. "Like my mates will want to know about it anyway, we don't have that kind of friendship."

"This is big you know. And you are only the second person who I have told, I swear th-"

"Georgia!" I interjected grabbing her hand suddenly. I didn't even think what I was doing and judging by the look on her face she wasn't expecting it either.

Her hand is soft and small. Unexpectedly, her hand moved up so her fingers had access to mine and there they laid, intertwined on her lap.

I looked up to see her looking down at our hands together and suddenly I got a feeling that I haven't felt since I was eleven.

Butterflies.

Georgias P.O.V

Just by the way his face looked right now instantly that trust worthy feeling came back to me. Just by our hands touching I can tell that I am seriously being affected by Miles Webb. As much as it is killing me right now and the fact that I want to hate him is burning through and my new view on Miles is becoming the better of me.

Thankssss for reading. I know.... super short chapter but I just wanted to upload. 

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