His Contagious Smile.

His Contagious Smile.

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The source of his ecstasy was gracefully pirouetting in front of his eyes. While mine sat beside me smiling at her, arm casually slung around my shoulder, sipping from my glass of wine and not having the faintest idea of how I would barter my soul to gain that one look of his which would flash all the love residing there for me instead of her. She danced some more. He laughed some more. I drank some more. I couldn't help but feel that familiar pang of jealousy dwelling within me for his girlfriend, who happened to be my own flesh and blood sister.
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"Are you my boyfriend?" I asked, looking straight into his eyes. His grip on my wrist loosened. Translation: who are you to question me? I took another shot. But this boy-he literally snatched my drink and downed it himself. "You can share it with your friend, right?" He flashed his sweetest smile. I wasn't falling for it. "We aren't friends anymore," I muttered, holding my head as dizziness took over. I barely heard him instruct the bartender to stop serving me drinks before everything started spinning. The next thing I knew, I had collapsed into something warm and solid. When I forced my eyes open, I found myself in his arms. ________________________________ "Do you really want me to?" Her breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. Her fingers curled tighter against my shoulders, as if grounding herself. I watched her, my own restraint hanging by a thread. The way her lips parted, the way her chest rose and fell unevenly-I could feel the war waging inside her. I should've stepped back, given her space. But I couldn't. Not when she was looking at me like that. She didn't answer, but her silence spoke louder than words. Slowly, I ran my thumb over her cheek, tracing the dampness left by her tears. So fragile, yet so intoxicating. "Tell me to stop, darling," I murmured, my lips barely an inch from hers. Her eyes flickered to my mouth, and that was all it took. --- she fell first✨

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