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"YOU'LL BE CAREFUL, RIGHT? NOTHING LIKE LAST TIME. YOU HEAR ME?" Aleks cups Delphine's tiny face in his large hands. He stares down at her with caution flashing through his dark blue eyes, but a small smile is in the works of creeping its way onto his face as Delphine whispers an incomprehensible goodbye to him.
That immature, childish side of me is disgusted. Like, c'mon? It's kinda gross, right? I look over to Mirabella momentarily, searching for any sort of validation that I'm not the only one annoyed here. But then I turn my head back to face them, and it hits me. The only reason I resent what they have is because I have never felt it. One look at the two and you just know they're in love with one another. Something about the way his fingers caress her skin as if she'll break at any moment, or the way she physically can't look at him without breaking out into a grin.
Me? I've never been subjected to anything beyond familial, platonic love. And I'd never really wanted it in the past. There's just so many dealbreakers I don't see myself being able to get past in a relationship. That face boys make when they lean in to kiss you, having to share a bed with someone else, the list goes on and on.
Is it bad that some long-suppressed part of me yearns for intimacy?
Am I desperate? No. Lonely? It's possible.
Mirabella grins, casting a suggestive glance to me before sashaying over to the happy couple and pulling them apart. "Alright, save it for the bedroom." She rolls her eyes. "Delphine, we're leaving now. You're either coming or you're not."
I'm beginning to take a liking towards the girl, inevitably. She's actually sort of nice, so to say. At the very least I'm aware enough to recognize that I'd judged her way too critically upon first impression. Except the only discrepancy is, I can't figure out if she's tolerating me because she wants to, or because she's my stepbrother's girlfriend's best friend. (God, what a mouthful.) Whatever the answer is, if I'm positive of one thing, it's that Mirabella would rather be anywhere else than with me, watching Delphine and Aleks hug.
After one last peck on the cheek, the blonde is finally ready to depart. "Coming! I'm coming!" Delphine pushes off of Aleksandr as he hands her the the blush pink Hermes bag he'd been holding for her.
Aleksandr points an accusing finger my way, to which my eyes widen. "You! You have to be careful too!" His eyes narrow. I cross my arms over my chest, thinking nothing of it as I begin to walk away with the two other girls.
The smile on my lips is evident. "We'll be on our best behaviour, won't we?" When I turn to Delphine she's smirking. I'm lying, of course. Not that Aleksandr will ever need to know that.
