After A Coma, My Twin Sister Returns For Revenge

Pink Underwear

Zavion POV

She stepped out of her house wearing the dress I had gifted her, and in that moment, she was the most stunning woman I had ever laid eyes on. It felt surreal to finally see the love of my life standing right in front of me, the girl I had dreamed about for so long. I had always wanted to call her Zee, a nickname that felt just right, before I finally mustered the courage to use her full name, Zoella. It was a twist of fate that we shared the same initials, and I couldn't help but feel that destiny was smiling down on me. I hoped that her feelings of animosity towards me would fade once she realized I was Z, her best friend, and the boy she had secretly admired.

My heart raced with excitement and nerves as I approached her, taking in the sight of her beautifully styled blonde hair and the way the dress hugged her figure, leaving me momentarily speechless. The way the bodice dipped low made my throat dry, and an overwhelming desire surged through me; I wanted nothing more than to hold her close, to kiss her. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, her eyes roamed over me, igniting a fire of longing within me. "Very handsome," she said, and I opened my mouth to respond, but all that came out was a jumble of stutters. Zoe smiled, her lashes fluttering, interpreting my awkwardness as a compliment. She adjusted my tie and stepped back, scrutinizing me with a playful seriousness. "Yes," she affirmed again, "very handsome indeed."

I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper as I replied, "And you're... beautiful."

We hopped into the car that was waiting for us, and Zoe started asking about the guests who would be at the party. Honestly, I might have paid more attention to her questions if I could just stop thinking about her. Plus, the way her breasts moved with the car's motion, catching the light from the gas lamps we passed, made it pretty hard to focus. When we finally arrived, the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. I recognized quite a few of the guys there as I greeted the other guests, and Zoe stuck close to me as we navigated through the crowd, accepting birthday wishes along the way.

As we settled down at the table, I found myself between my siblings while Dad raised his glass for a toast. My eyes wandered across the table, landing on Zoe's breasts again, which sparkled in the soft candlelight this time. Once dinner wrapped up, everyone made a beeline for the dance floor, and I felt a swell of pride as I held Zoe close. She was undeniably the most stunning woman in the room, and the fact that she was with me made it all the more special.

We lingered at the edge of the dance floor while Mr. Davidson, Serah's dad, introduced Samson, his future son-in-law, to everyone, prompting a round of applause before the dancing kicked off. I couldn't help but feel possessive of Zoe, thrilled that Serah had convinced her dad to accept Samson. "You are the most beautiful woman here," I told her as the music and laughter filled the air.

She shot me a playful smile and said, "I saw you looking at me when your dad asked us to raise our glasses."

I admitted, "I couldn't resist it."

With a teasing tone, she replied, "Looking at my face was fine, but you were looking at my ___," and my gaze instinctively dropped to the curve of her breasts, making me take a deep breath as I noticed her cheeks turning a shade of pink.

"Quit staring at me like that," she murmured, her eyes flitting around to check if anyone else was paying attention.

I met her gaze, curiosity piqued. "So, I guess any kind of touching is off the table?"

"Absolutely, so keep your hands to yourself," she replied firmly.

I leaned in closer, my voice low as I asked, "What color are your underwear?" Her sharp intake of breath and the flush creeping up her cheeks only intensified my desire for her.