After A Coma, My Twin Sister Returns For Revenge

First Kiss

Zoella Pov

The diary was packed with tales that would take me ages to digest. She had been pouring her heart into those pages for a solid 15 years. The first entry I stumbled upon was a haunting memory of Dad lashing out at us in the pouring rain, revealing his struggle with alcoholism. As I flipped through the pages, gripping the photographs tightly, a wave of anger washed over me.

The thunder rumbled ominously outside as I shut the window, trying to block out the storm both inside and out. Earlier, I had come home feeling drained, unable to even muster the energy to prepare dinner for everyone, despite my best efforts. Zavion had picked up on my odd mood, but I avoided his gaze, retreating upstairs and asking Izzy to cover for me. A sudden knock on the door caught me off guard, and to my surprise, it was Zavion standing there.

That insufferable guy. I couldn't stand him; he had made my life miserable these past few days, but at least I knew I'd be free in a few weeks, back to my carefree pizza-loving days.

"I noticed you skipped dinner, so I made you some soup," he said with a grin. Why was he being so nice now? Was this just another setup for a jab at me? I refused to let him get under my skin this time.

"I'm fine, really. No need for your soup; I'm not hungry," I replied, attempting to shut the door, but he stopped it just in time.

"I promised Izzy I wouldn't bother you again, but you seem to trouble me every time I see you. Just take the soup; you don't look so good," he insisted, noting my pale complexion.

"I said I don't want your soup," I shot back, plopping down on my bed and he set the bowl beside me.

"I spent three hours in the kitchen, glued to YouTube videos while whipping this up for you," he said with a chuckle.

I raised an eyebrow and asked, "What made you think it would taste good?" as I pulled my hoodie over my head.

He shrugged, "I never claimed it would be delicious, just eat it while it's hot." He opened the plate and handed me a spoon. I couldn't help but smile.

"Why are you being so nice? Are you sure you didn't slip something in there?"

He laughed, "Like I said, Izzy told me to stop bothering you, and no, I didn't poison the soup. Why would I want to kill you? I still want to keep frustrating you."

I rolled my eyes and took a sip of the soup, licking my lips in surprise at how good it was, especially for a first attempt.

"So, how is it?" he asked, his eyes locked onto mine.

"You did well, but it's a bit too spicy for someone who's sick," I replied with a grin.

He leaned in closer, and I felt a rush of confusion as I wondered what he was up to. He gently wiped the soup off the corner of my lips with his thumb, and I froze, captivated by the warmth of his touch. He smiled softly, and as his finger lingered near my lips, I found myself unable to move or speak; it had been ages since I felt this way. Suddenly, he was just an inch away, and I held my breath as his lips brushed against mine, his warm tongue sliding into my mouth as I instinctively kissed him back.

Alex had kissed me, but honestly, it didn't compare to the way Zavion kissed me. Zavion had this incredible skill that left me craving more. As he slid his hand to my waist, his other hand set the soup aside, and suddenly, I felt his fingers slipping under my skirt. A rush of heat washed over me, and I was too caught up in the moment to stop him until a knock on the door jolted me back to reality. Seriously, why now? Who was interrupting? And why was I even kissing Zavion in the first place? My mind was racing with a million questions.