The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

"I know that you may walk away from me and this is the last thing I want, but I can't spend one more day pretending that i don't have feelings for you, because my heart simply beats for you, cupcake" I can't believe what I have just heart. It all feels like a dream For a while, Not a single romantic novel could give me the thrill I have inside of me now. No, this isn't a thrill. This is like flying. I'm on top of the world. Being told by the one you like that they like you back is an unmatched feeling. An indescribable. unmatched feeling that has a unique b As I stare at his shocked face, I realize that l'have been lost in my own thoughts and I need to tell him how I feel.

"Say something, please." His pleading voice brings me back to consciousness. I focus on his handsome face and for the first time in a while, I see fear.

"I'm glad that you told me about how you feel," I say, taking a step closer to him, closing the space between us. "Because I'm really tired of pretending that we're just friends." I stand on my tip goes and kiss him. His surprise is clear because it takes him a couple of seconds This kiss is different. We're not kissing because we want people to believe that we're together. We're not kissing because I look kissable and it is the heat of the moment. We're kissing because we want to. Because we truly feel something for each other.

"Just to make sure that I understand, you like me too, right?" I laugh at his question and rest my head on his chest.

"In case my initiating the kiss wasn't enough, yes, Silas, I like you. I like you so much it hurts," I say, staring at his beautiful

eyes.

"Oh my God," he mutters, engulfing me in his arms as he picks me up and

twirls me around. "You don't know how long I have been thinking about this, cupcake." He sets me down, but his hands stay on the small of my back. "I was so scared because all that I could think about is that you might run away from me and we wouldn't be able to go bac were."Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"It's a good thing you finally said something, because I was so close to saying something myself." He chuckles at my words and I just latch my arms around him. "Frankly, I don't want to go back to the way we were. I want us to start something new."

"I want that too. I want that more than anything you can imagine," he says, pecking my lips.

"So what does that make us?" I ask, eager to hear him call me his girlfriend.

"This makes me your boyfriend and makes you my girlfriend if you agree to be mine," he tells me. I want that more than anything. I'm so tired of pretending to be his and now I want to really be his.

"Yes, I want to be your girlfriend and I want you to be my boyfriend," I admit. I never thought I would be able to say this to him while maintaining an eye contact with him, yet here I am, unable to move my eyes away from his.

"So... which ride does my gorgeous girlfriend want to go on now?" he asks me. Being called his girlfriend sounds incredibly amazing.

"The Ferris Wheel!" I beam, reaching for his hand.

This all seems like a dream. I cannot believe that Silas Cromwell is my boyfriend. If somebody had told me last August that Silas would become my boyfriend by December, I would have accused them of being crazy. This is surreal, I don't know how I fell for him, but I'm gla My mind still cannot accept that he has been in love with me for years. I never thought that I would end up with him one

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day, but I like the unexpectedness of our relationship. Well, it we all unexpected to me, because apparently, my parents have always thought that Silas liked me.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Silas says as we stand in the Ferris Wheel line.

"I remember how my parents acted when we told them we started dating. I thought that they were out of their minds to think that you actually like me. I admit, causing him to chuckle.

"I was petrified that day. I didn't want you to ask me about what they had said," he confesses, snaking his arm around my waist. I still need to remind myself that we're not pretending anymore.

"Why?" A crease forms between my eyebrows.

"I didn't want to tell you about my feelings because your parents outed me. I didn't want you to think that I spoke out my feelings because of what they said. You deserved better than that, he tells me. My heart is jumping in pure joy in my chest.

Would I be exaggerating if I said that I have never experienced this kind of happiness? This is all new. Developing feelings for someone in silence for a while and not knowing what to do only to find out that they also have feelings for you sounds like a fairytale and I'm loving "I have a silly request," I say as we step inside the cart.

"I'm sure it's not silly, but go on." He smiles at me. I'm in love with his smile. It is captivating.

"I want you to kiss me when we're on top," I shyly request. "I know how cheesy it is, but I have always wanted to try all of those cheesy kisses."

"And I'm here to make your wishes come true," he says, making my heart flutter.

"So you're gonna kiss me under the rain?" I wonder with a grin.

"I would love that." He takes my hand in his.

"And under the mistletoe?"

"I don't break Christmas traditions, Rosie." It's so hard to prevent myself from kissing him.

"What about under the water? Like in a pool or in the ocean," I ask.

*I can hold my breath, so we don't have an issue." He shrugs.

"You're the best," I giggle and close the space between us as I rest my head on his shoulder.

We stay in comfortable silence for a while and I just enjoy the view. I'm trying to wrap my mind around what has just happened and the more I think about it, the more I want to squeal like a little child.

"Hey cupcake?" I raise my head, looking at him.

"This is our first cheesy kiss and I can't wait until I give you a thousand of them." His lips meet mine once we reach the top and I realize that no matter how much I try, I know I will never be able to describe the way I feel. I don't know if there are a thousand cheesy kisses out there, but I do know that if there are, I want to share them all with Silas,