When A Bully Falls In Love by Valerie Sax (ereader for comics TXT) 📗

“I would if I didn’t meet you. You changed everything for me.”

He confessed.

“You think I am right?” I questioned him as I furrowed my brows at his answer. Before he answered, Matt opened the door.

“Hey, I bought food for us. Come help me,” he informed.

“Sure.”

“You should know, your friend and I have the same thinking about love. I am surprised how come you two are best friends.” Laughed, I ran towards him without listening to Xander’s answer.

~Xander~

Consumed, huh? She wants a passionate love in her life.

Am I capable of it? But I love her. Being with her, I feel free.

There was an urge inside me to be with her all the time. Listening to her melodious voice and watching those sparks when she talks about falling in love. It’s not only a physical attraction; I found myself emotionally involved with her.

Her tears and her smile affect me profoundly. How she expressed her feeling in the hospital touched me deeply.

How am I going to convince her to give me a chance to fall in love with her? I know Matt and she had a strong bond, but I know Matt sees her as a friend. It lost me in my thoughts as she entered with a hot soup bowl in her hand.

“Hot chicken soup for you, sir.” She smiled as the clouds of vapors covered her beautiful face.

“Help me.” I winked.

“Hahaha... I know, but no more teasing game.” She smirked.

She sat near me as she blew the hot soup with her plump, red lips. “Where is Matt?” I asked.

“He is talking to his mom.” She answered.

“He is still angry with me,” I answered.

“He should be. You always create a mess, and he needs to deal with it.” She touched the spoon to my lips.

“Mess, huh? That means he is a gentleman, and I am not.” I raised a brow.

“Yes, he is a true-hearted man; he knows how to treat a lady, and I am lucky to have him as my friend.” Her eyes sparkled, talking about Matt.

“Is it? And me?” I asked, as her expression changed.

And somehow, I knew I was more than a friend, but less than what I wanted from her.

“You are a bully.” She frowned. Ahhh. I love this girl; her words differed from her eyes. Her eyes were saying something, but her words teased me.

“Okay,” I toned my voice to make her feel I felt hurt.

I waited for her words, but she knew exactly how to tease me with her gaze. She didn’t spill a single word after that sentence.