A Twist of Fate (1D series - Book one)

A ЂώζЅŧ of Fate ♪ Nineteen

Love is friendship set on fire.     ~Jeremy Taylor

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A ЂώζЅŧ of Fate ♪ Nineteen

My eyes blinked nervously and I could feel my palms breaking out in cold sweat.

What did he just say?

“Wh...what?” I stammered.

“I stole her first kiss twice,” he said softly, looking intently into my eyes.

“How could you possibly steal a first kiss twice?” I chuckled nervously, forcing myself away from his glare.

“I did.”

“Then, she has every right to be angry with you,” I blurted out. Goodness, what nonsense was I talking about now?

“Really?” he asked and I felt one of his hand came behind the arch of my back as he held me close to him.

I was still refusing to meet his eyes.

“Are you angry with me?”

“Huh?” My eyes shot to meet his before I looked down again hastily.

“Are you angry with me?” he repeated his question.

“Wh...why should I be angry with you?”

“Why are you stammering?” I heard a teasing note in his voice.

“I am not!” I retorted as I glared back at him. His eyes had never left. And I felt my heart melting away.

“I am not...” I whispered.

“Jo,” his voice turned husky suddenly.

“Hmm?”

“Who is the guy that you like?”

“Huh?” I was caught with surprise, again.

“Why do you always have to make me repeat my questions...?” he asked exasperatedly.

“Sorry...” I murmured.

He looked at me, waiting for an answer.

“Uh...uh...” I stammered again. “I...uh...uh...”

“You can’t tell me?” his voice was filled with hurt.

“No!” I spurted. “It’s... just that...uh...uh...”

I felt both of his hands on my waist now.

“Will he get angry if he saw us now?”

“Huh?”

He ‘tsked’ at me.

“Sorry...”

I felt his eyes boring on my face again.

“I...uh...I....” Gosh, this was so hard! What does he want from me??

He took a deep breath.

“Jo,” he said. “I’m falling for you. Hard. If it wasn’t for Harry the other day, I probably would have told you that.”

I chuckled as I recalled the intrusion of Harry. Poor Harry – he did not know what he was interrupting.