The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

"Everything is more than fine, Dad," I whine as Dad checks on everything in my new one-bedroom apartment.

I'm starting college in two days and since we don't exactly live near the campus, my parents decided to buy an apartment for me to use ring my college years. It's a cozy one-bedroom apartment in a high-security building because Julian and Emily Kensington won't be able to sleep at night without making sure that their daughter is in a very safe place. Not only did they make sure that the security system of the building is top-notch, but they also asked their close friend Sam Gavinski to run checkups on the system and install an extra security system in my apartment.

"Try to make it home as much as possible, okay?" Mum says as she gives me at tight hug.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm only an hour and a half away, Mum. Expect me to be home a lot. You know I can't stay away for long," I assure her as she lets go of me.

"If you need anything, call us. Even if it's in the middle of the night," Dad says, as he hugs me.

"I will," I say, hugging him back.

My parents are superprotective, and I know it's hard for them to let me live on my own. Even though I am eighteen- well, two weeks away from being eighteen to be exact, I know that I'm probably still eight in their eyes and it's hard for them to watch me group up, but this is life. I'm glad that they let met do whatever I want. They trust me and I value this trust.

When they leave, I stay in my apartment for a little while before deciding to go check out the neighborhood. All I know is that it's very close to the campus, but I don't know anything else about it. I don't know if there are any good stores around. I surely want to find a good café to get my coffee from before class. As I'm walking down the street, I spot what's better than any café. I find a beautiful bookstore! Having a bookstore this close to me is very dangerous. How am I going to stop myself from visiting it every day? I grew up with a

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mum that adores reading and she has passed on her love for books to me.

I excitedly enter the bookstore and let myself get lost in the aisle filled with hundreds of books. Before I know it, I end up buying six new books. My TBR list is quite long, but more books won't hurt.

I'm glad that my new apartment has a big bookcase, because this means that my books have a new home too. I couldn't take all of my books with me, especially when I'm not planning on living on my own fo. ver, but I did take around twenty-five books. I walk inside the apartment complex and stop in my spot when I realize who is standing in front of me.

"Silas?" I speak, surprise obvious in my voice.

"Rosie? What are you doing here?" Silas says as he looks at me. I haven't talked to Silas in a week.

Everything hasn't been the same between us after the kiss. I'm glad that the whole h**le on social media has died. My phone kept buzzing with notifications for three days that I almost had a breakdown.

Till this very moment, my feelings are blurry. I don't know why Silas kissed. me and that "you looked kissable" excuse did not sound right. And it's not like I know why I kissed him either, but all I can say is that kissing him felt so right. I liked how his hands felt on my body and how his kiss was gentle.

I didn't find enough courage in me to tell him that when he asked me why I kissed him back. The sudden change in our behavior is enough to give me. whiplash.

"I have just moved here. What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I live here. I moved in two days ago." My mouth part in surprise when he says that. He has got to be kidding me. "Maybe you should let me get that," he says, reaching for the three paper bags filled with books..

I watch as he checks the name of the store on the bag, and he chuckles to himself. "I think you've got a radar inside of you that can detect bookstores, Rosie," he says. "Let's see how many books you've bought." He sets the bags on the table in the lobby and no matter how much I try to get him to stop taking

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the books out of the bag, I fail.

I won't be able to handle his comments about my choice of books. I'm in my sports romance and dark romance era.

"Oh my God..." he slowly says as he checks the synopsis of one of the books. I contemplate taking pictures of his expressions. "Rosie, what the hell do you. read? Is this supposed to be a romantic novel? He stalks her! he shock on his face makes me laugh. How do I tell him that this is an entire genre?

"It's called dark romance," I point out.

"And... wait a second? A mafia boss? Is this what you want? Do you want to fall in love with a mafia boss?" His eyes widen.

"Again, it's called dark romance and no, this isn't what I want," I assure him.

"Should I book you an appointment with a therapist? I know a good one. I personally visited him after I got injured during my freshman year," he says with a serious tone that makes me laugh more.

"I don't think this is the best place to have this conversation. How about you come to my place where I introduce you to my world of books?" I suggest.

"Yeah, I definitely need to be introduced to this world."

"Which floor do you live on?" I ask him.

"The seventh," he replies. I live on the fifth.

At least we don't live on the same floor.