What was I thinking?
Larisa’s pov
I sat in the car, feeling as though I hadn't reached my destination yet, pondering what to do with the rose in my hands. It was then that I overheard Taylor and Dylan's conversation.
"What happened to you?" Dylan pointed at Taylor's bandaged leg.
"It was an accident," Taylor replied.
"Where did it happen?" Dylan asked, genuine concern in his eyes. Taylor's response shocked me.
"It was at my workplace."
"Your workplace?" The answer struck a chord in my mind, but I tried not to show my concern. Then Taylor said,
"Dylan, if it weren't for my amazing girlfriend who has been so caring, I don't know where I would be."
Just as Dylan was about to turn around and look at the car, I had already quietly moved a few steps behind him. He glanced at me, his face filled with a mix of emotions. His expression didn't surprise me, as he didn't see the rose he had given me earlier. It would have been a disaster if Taylor had noticed such a beautiful rose in my hands. For the first time that day, I smiled in front of Taylor, something he had been longing for.
"Thank you so much for taking care of my brother," Dylan extended his right hand towards me, and I gladly shook his soft hand.
"If it weren't for you, it would have been difficult for my twin brother," he added. In my mind, I silently wished for more than just a handshake. Could he hold me close against his chest?
"Darling!" Taylor called out, bringing me back to reality. "Let's go inside," he added. Dylan kindly assisted Taylor by holding his hand, and we made our way indoors. This was the kind of man I needed in my life, someone who could understand emotions and knew when to act. If it were possible to switch them both, that would have been the first thing I would have done as we entered the house.
After Dylan helped his brother to sit down, he took a seat beside him, and I sat opposite them, unable to wipe the smile off my face as I gazed at the two of them. This was exactly what Taylor needed, but my smile conveyed something different than what he thought.
"Darling, please bring a bottle of champagne. It's been a long time since I saw my brother."
"Don't worry," Dylan quickly stood up. "Ladies shouldn't be stressed. You're the one who picked me up at the airport, after all. Let me fetch the wine and glasses."
Where did this handsome man with such charm both on the outside and inside come from? Taylor would never do something like this. Is it his true nature or is he just trying to be nice?
I smiled and watched him as he gracefully took the bottle of wine. A thought crossed my mind not to gaze at him too much, lest Taylor accuse me of it. Dylan became the one to pour the wine into the glasses, giving Taylor first before bringing mine to where I was seated. As he handed it to me, I deliberately brushed my fingers against his hand, as if it were a casual gesture. He didn't seem to notice, but it sent a delightful shiver through my entire being.
As I took a sip from the wine, which now carried a romantic ambiance because it was served by Dylan, Taylor quickly spoke up.
"Dylan, I forgot to tell you the name of my beloved girlfriend. Her name is Larisa."
"That's a lovely name," Dylan replied.
"Darling, meet Dylan, my twin brother," Taylor introduced, and I extended a warm greeting. I couldn't resist stealing a quick glance at him. Then, swiftly finishing my wine. After a few minutes, I asked,
"Dylan, after such a long journey, I'm sure you must be hungry. What would you like to eat?"
"Something delicious, as long as it's prepared by my brother's lovely girlfriend," Dylan replied, and we all shared a smile, and I headed inside to prepare dinner.
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Author’s pov
After Larisa left the living room, Taylor waited for a few minutes before shifting their conversation from their plans for the anniversary celebration at their parents' house.
"Dylan, what do you think of my girlfriend? Is she truly beautiful?" Taylor asked, taking a sip of wine and there was proudness in his eyes. Dylan mirrored the action before responding,
"She is unique and adorable."
"I know I can trust your opinion," Taylor said, lowering his voice. "I need a big favor from you, one that might inconvenience you at the anniversary."
"What is it?" Dylan asked, noticing Taylor moving closer to him.
"You see, with my injured leg, I won't be able to move around much during the anniversary. I want you, as my brother, to keep an eye on my girlfriend. Please do it discreetly, without making it seem like you're monitoring her. And if possible, prevent her from dancing with other men at the event."
"Is that all?" Dylan asked.
"Yes," Taylor shrugged.
"Wait a minute, don't you trust her?" Dylan questioned.
"I do, but whenever I see her with another man, it stirs up an uncomfortable feeling in my heart. The reason I'm asking you is that she wouldn't want to stay with me while I'm just sitting down."
"As long as it's for you, I'll do it," Dylan assured.
"Thank you so much." Taylor stood up and went to find Larisa in the kitchen. After closing the kitchen door, he took a few steps towards her. When Larisa noticed that he was the one who opened the door, she turned her face back to what she was cooking.
"Thank you for not embarrassing me and for forgiving me," Taylor expressed, waiting for a response. When no reply came from Larisa, he smiled and asked,
"What are you cooking?"
"Can't you see for yourself?" Larisa replied rudely, not even looking in Taylor's direction. Taylor clenched his crutches, trying to suppress his anger. To further control his emotions, he left the kitchen without saying another word.
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Dylan’s pov
I couldn't wait to inform my brother, after dinner, that I was exhausted from my journey and eager to take a bath and retire to my room for some much-needed rest. It was then that Taylor asked his girlfriend to accompany me to the guest room.
What was I thinking? I had almost gotten myself into trouble. Can you imagine? I bought a rose for my twin brother's girlfriend. How on earth would I explain that to Taylor? It would have been a disastrous situation on the very first day in my brother’s house. And when Taylor mentioned that Larisa was his girlfriend, I started panicking about what to say regarding the rose I had given her. But, to my relief, she emerged from the car without the rose in her hand. My heart returned to a normal rhythm. Where did she hide the rose? Thankfully, she hadn't brought it out with her.
I took a refreshing bath and settled into bed, but I couldn't get Larisa's face out of my mind. She was the most remarkable woman I had ever laid eyes on. I was even tempted to kiss her soft lips when I handed her the rose in the car when coming home. All I could think was that my brother had sent her to be with me throughout the anniversary celebration, which is why she had come alone to pick me up from the airport. It was unbelievable. I had been lying on my bed for over an hour, lost in thoughts of Larisa when suddenly, I heard a knock on my door. Who could be knocking at this hour, disrupting the whirlwind of emotions in my mind?
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