In which I fall in love with my brother's best friend.
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"Don't pretend like you don't feel anything." His voice is low, sending shivers down my spine.
"What do you mean?"
"You know damn well what I mean."
"I don't know what you're talking about...
AN: This is a quick update, guys. Double updates. Please make sure that you read the previous chapter first (Chapter 55) before you read this one.
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Later in the afternoon, Lais and I finally finish settling all my belongings in place. It's time for her to get back to her apartment, and I can sense that Jake's mood darkens once he knows that she's going to leave soon. Too bad for him, Lais doesn't seem to consider another option.
There's this mystery about Lais that makes me understand why Jake is drawn to her. It's like she's doing this push-and-pull thing with my brother, which rarely happens because girls usually fall hard and fast when it comes to him. There's definitely so much more than meets the eye between them.
When he sends her off at the front door, Jake says, "Thanks, Lais. Couldn't have done it without your help."
"No problem, Jake." Lais smiles, and haven't I told you before how breathtaking her smile is? It's the kind of smile that belongs to the supermodel Barbara Palvin. So pretty. "Bye, Melanie." She waves her hand at me, and I wave back.
Jake looks like he wants to give her a goodbye kiss, but everyone knows that it's not going to happen. I have to suppress a laugh. And just like that, she's gone. No hugs and no kisses for him. I've never seen any girl leaving his house without giving him a peck or vice versa. For most people, it's a normal thing. But for Jake, it's the other way around.
Once he closes the door with a soft thud, I smirk and raise an eyebrow. "Well, you sure you don't have anything to say to me about what just happened?"
He just shakes his head in disbelief and laughs.
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Weekdays have arrived, and I find myself staring out the window of my room, sinking in this fluffy armchair, wearing a super comfy loose t-shirt and leggings, eating my favorite ice cream that Jake has bought for me like he promised to.
God, I feel like a lazy minion, while everyone else is busy in college or at work.
