THE SWEETEST SIN(BxB)

45: Let's Get You To Bed.

A/N: This chapter has two POVs.

UNKNOWN'S POV

I fell in love with a boy. Aquamarine eyes, kind smile and the sweetest of voices. I was too young to even know what love was back then. All I knew was that he made my stomach to swarm with butterflies whenever he was around. He made me smile even in my gloomiest of days. He is all I could fantasize about. He was my prince charming and I was his snow white.

I knew that he was the one. Someday I hoped that great poets and singers would sing about our immortal love.

Unfortunately, he didn't feel the same way about me. Only saw me as a friend. A sibling of some sort. It hurt knowing that he never saw me as something more. What hurt even more is that he fell in love with someone else. He fell in love with a boy.

Gavin Mileford.

It's a shame really because Gavin will never understand him like I do. He will never love him like I do. Gavin will never fully embrace him. Only I can do that. It's why I deserve to be with him. We are meant to be together forever. I am his missing rib. However he refuses to acknowledge my feelings. Treats me like I am some invisible fangirl.

But I have had enough. I am done sitting on the sidelines and waiting for him to come to me. I will go to him and make him mine. I will make him fall in love with me. He will think of only me. He will desire only me.

I can still get the happy ending that I deserve, with my Carl. My prince charming.

That noon I was lying on my bed, watching him on my laptop. The micro camera I had installed in Mr. Bunny's eye proved helpful. It captured everything going on in his room. In that moment, he was studying in his room. He looked engrossed in his studies. His intellect, is one of the things I love about him especially because his genius matches mine. I have always pictured us having little Einsteins and Newtons, in future.

Scooping a handful of popcorns from a white melamine bowl, I continued watching him. Watching him was so addictive, thrilling and relaxing at the same time. But watching him was simply not enough. I needed to be with him.

Shutting off the laptop, I scrambled out of bed and sauntered to my closet. I began sifting through the outfits, discarding most of them on the tiled floor. They looked childish and outdated. I finally settled for a burgundy skater dress that reached mid-thigh. My long slender legs were on display, making me feel a hundred times sexier. I fixed up the dress to ensure that my cleavage was peeking out. I need him to see what he's missing out on, the thought crossed my mind and a blush tainted my cheeks in return.

I applied some make up, making sure my eyeliner and lipstick stood out. I did my hair, curling the ends and making them appear wavier. Gazing at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I was impressed by what I saw. He is going to go crazy when he sees me, a smile painted my lilac lips at the thought.

My gaze shifted to the photos on the bathroom wall, a few inches from the mirror. They were photos of him. I had taken them over the years and hang them on my wall as mementos. The photos made me feel closer to him in so many ways. Through them, I could touch him, kiss him and make love to him.

I plucked one of the photos from the wall. It was taken during his 17th birthday, a few months ago. In the photo, he was smiling while I was feeding him a piece of chocolate cake. I traced my manicured finger on the photo, a nostalgic smile spreading to my face. I brought the photo to my lips and placed a kiss on it. "You are mine. Even if you don't realize it yet." I addressed his image, planting another kiss on the photo.

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CARL'S POV

After cleaning the house and snooping around mom's stuff, I washed off the make up from my face and settled in bed to do my biology homework. It was an essay on metamorphosis process in a cockroach. I drafted the essay, consulting the internet and my biology text book on some occasions.