The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

Knox and I are currently playing some video games together at my place. It's been a while since the two of us spent some time together. "How's everything with Maisie?" Knox asks.

From the outside, everything seems fine. However, from the inside, a huge part of me isn't fond of this casual relationship. I have always appreciated stability and right now, I cannot see any sort of stability in my relationship with her because it's not meant to be a forever relationship.

"Everything is fine," I say without looking at him, keeping my eyes glued to the screen.

"Are you sure?" he asks. I hate how he can see through my lies without looking at me.

"I miss Rosie," I blurt, dropping the controller. "I miss her so much. I know I shouldn't, but I miss everything about her." I have been trying to suppress my true feelings, but I guess I cannot do that for long. I'm slowly breaking and I'm petrified of hurting Maisie in the process.

Ever since I learned that Rosie had broken up with Everest, I can't help but wonder if she can be mine. However, I can't do anything about it. She has just gotten out of a relationship and it's not like she loves me enough to get back with me.

There's Maisie in the middle too. I know that what we have is not serious, but the idea of breaking up with her for Rosie's sake feels so wrong.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

"I don't know if I should be saying this or not, but I think she misses you too." My heart skips a beat at Knox's words.

"What makes you say that?" I wonder, twisting my body towards him to face him properly.

Before he gets to answer, his phone rings. A frown appears between his eyebrows when he checks the caller.

"It's Rosie," he mumbles before picking up.

Why is Rosie calling him?

"Rosie, are you all right?" My heartbeats quicken when I hear the apparent worry in his tone. "Of course! Send me your location and I will pick you up."

Pick her up? Where is she? Is she okay?

When he hangs up, he quickly stands up and I do the same.

"What's wrong with Rosie?" I ask him.

"She is very drunk and wants me to pick her up."

She called Knox, but didn't call me? Why? What have I done to her?

"I will do it. Let me do it, please," I plead with him. I want to be there for her. I want to make sure she's safe.

"You know what? You know her better than I do." I breathe out in relief when he

says

that.

Knox sends me the location the moment Rosie sends it to him. Quickly, I rush to my car and drive to where she is. How is she even drunk at a pub? She cannot order a drink for herself since she isn't twenty-one yet. Did she get somebody to order for her? Luckily, the roads are empty because it is relatively late, so it doesn't take me long to reach where she is.

"Could you... play with my hair?" she asks. I still can't say no to her, even when I'm dating another girl.

"Of course, Rosie," I reply. I start playing with her hair, hoping it would make her feel better. I hate seeing her in this state. I don't know how to make her feel better, so if this is the least I can do, I don't mind playing with her hair all night long. "I'm so sorry, Silas," she murmurs. I look at her face and see her eyes closed.

"Why are you apologizing?" I ask, keeping my eyes on her face. I missed everything about it.

"I hurt you," she says in a broken tone. All I want is to hug her and tell her that there's nothing she should apologize for. I would give up everything to make her feel better. This is not the Rosie I'm used to.

"Rosie, you were confused, and I don't hold you accountable for any decision you made." I hate how her conscience is tormenting her. She doesn't deserve to live like this. Even if she hurt me, I know that she didn't do it with any malicious intentions in mind. She is better than that. She doesn't say anything else and I hope that she falls asleep fast. I want her to stop blaming herself for everything that has happened between us.

"Have you... have you done that before with me?" She slowly turns around and looks at me.

"What do you mean?" I frown.

"I mean have you played with my hair before? Because..." she trails off. I want to know what she has to say.

"Because what?" I softly ask, gently moving my fingers over her soft cheek.

"Because I have this vision in my head of you playing with my hair like that, massaging my scalp. But I... I was on your lap, and we were at the team's house." She sounds unsure, as if she's not completely aware whether what she is saying has truly happened or not. "It happened, Rosie," I whisper, and she squeezes her eyes shut. "I need you to get some sleep, okay? You're really exhausted"

"Are you going to be here when I wake up?" It takes everything in me to stop myself from taking her in my arms and sleeping beside her. The way she looks at me shatters my heart into pieces. It's like she wants to say millions of things, but she's unable to utter a single word. I have a girlfriend and I'm not a cheater. I can't do that to her.

"I will be here," I assure her. "I won't go

until you wake up.

That's a promise."

I'm willing to do anything just to make her feel better, so if my staying will do that, I won't leave her apartment until she tells me to.

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