Then she goes ahead and moves her fingers back and forth on his jaw.
And… and I don’t know what to do with myself.
All I know is that even though it’s dark and all I can really see is the outline of their bodies, I know that she’s scratching the invisible-to-me stubble on his face.
Which makes him smirk.
The smirk that I’ve been watching from afar for eight years now. The smirk that makes me go all breathless even when it’s not directed at me.
Because his smirks and smiles are for Sarah.
So why’s he giving it to someone else?
Someone who’s clearly not my sister.
The love of his life.
The girl tries to touch it, that smirk. She tries to touch his smirking lips with her thumb, but Arrow grabs her wrist at the last second.
He stops her, leaving her thumb hovering at the edge.
But she isn’t deterred.
She goes on her tiptoes, presses her body against his and murmurs something close to his lips.
As shocking asthatis, it’s even more shocking when Arrow says something back, and whatever he says makes the girl stretch her body further.
A second later, she’s touching him with her lips.
And he’s letting her.
A second later, my sister’s boyfriend, the guy I’ve been in love with, is kissing her.
A random girl in a bar.
A girl who’s not my sister.
Chapter Three
Ican’t…
I can’t believe that this is happening.
I can’t believe that he’s kissing someone else.
That I’m standing here, in this strange bar, with sad songs blasting overhead,watchinghim kiss someone who’s not my sister.
Irefuseto believe it.
I shake my head even.
If I keep shaking my head in denial, all of this will go away. I’ll wake up from whatever nightmare this is.
But it doesn’t go away. None of this goes away. In fact, he’s kissing her harder now, like things are heating up.
They’re heating up so much that even I can feel it.
Me.
