Again, she ignored me, and it felt like someone had driven a knife into my chest. Fucking hell. This was the second time today Iâd thought that, the first being the sin I couldnât stop committing in my mind. The way the frosting clung to her cheeks, and how she wiped it off⦠but when she froze in the middle of it, with the frosting stuck to her lower lip, I wanted nothing more than to torture her with my own lips. I wanted to taste that forbidden fruit, suck the life out of her lips, and claim her in every way I shouldnât.
I shook the thoughts away, forcing myself to focus as I walked into the kitchen. But of course, she was already gone. As usual.
Then, I heard Shivankâs laugh.
Walking toward the kitchen, I greeted him.
"Hey," I said.
He looked up at me, flashing that carefree smile. "Perfect timing, I really need another hand."
I raised an eyebrow. "Why'd you call me? Isnât the party starting at 8? Itâs only 6."
He chuckled. "Canât do everything alone. You can see Iâm kind of busy with this." He pointed at the half-decorated cake.
I scoffed. "Who told you to make it instead of buying it?"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "No one. But my princess wanted to surprise Mom and Dad with a homemade cake, and I had to step in. She doesn't even know what she's doing, and when it started to fall apart, she felt bad. You know I canât stand seeing her upset, so I had to help her out."
I glanced at the cake, then up at the stairs. She really was an angel. But the angel hated me because I was the devil. The more she hated me, the more I wanted her.
I needed to stay away from her. I knew I did. But every time I tried, she crawled deeper into my skin, my soulâlike the stars that filled the universe, constantly multiplying, never fading. She was everywhere, and I couldnât escape her.
She never spoke to me. Never even glanced my way. Sheâd stay locked away in her room whenever I visited Shivank or Uncle and Aunty. Maybe that was for the best, because I had no idea what I would do if I ever heard her say my name.
When she finally did speak itâwhen it would finally fall from her lipsâit would give me yet another reason to make her mine.
I know itâs wrong. I know itâs a sin to think of my best friendâs little sister like this. But I canât stop. The more I try to resist, the more I want her.