The Accidental Wife by Sara Islam

Chapter 109

"Thank you for coming to the game," I tell Silas as we both sit beside each other on the bench. It's Holden's game tonight and my little brother seems really excited.

I thought Silas wouldn't come after what happened, but he surprised me when I found him texting me one day before the game, asking me when he was supposed to be there. this," "he says, handing me a cup of hot chocolate. "It's a cold night and I know you get cold easily."

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I hate how thoughtful he is. It makes me wonder how I'm supposed to keep my distance when he is like that. He has bought beverages for each one of my family. "Thank you." I smile at him and take the cup from him.

He hands Mum, Dad and Lily their cups and I watch him as he waves to Holden whose face lights up upon noticing Silas. Aniyah was supposed to come with him, but since she was sick, Naomi didn't let her come.

"I really hope his team wins. He's going to be devastated if they lose," I say, attempting to make a conversation. I don't want him to ignore me. It's not like he's ignoring me, but I just want to make sure that we always have something to talk about. I want to make the best out of the forty-seven days we have left. Yes, I'm counting.

"I hope he wins too, but even if he loses, I'm going to do my best to cheer him up," he tells me.

"I remember how upset you were when you lost an important game before." I look at him. "I think you take losses now better than the past."

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wonder if "I do take them better, but that doesn't mean that they don't hurt. Losses hurt no matter what and they make your hard work was never enough. But they are important because they make you appreciate the moments of victory." Why do I have a feeling that he's not talking about sports anymore?

"I do agree that losses in general are pretty painful." I don't look at him as I talk, not wanting to meet his gaze. I want him to know that I don't want to lose him. I'm scared of losing whatever we have.

Luckily, my brother's team wins and he gets to go home with a huge smile on his face. But before going home, Dad takes us to Holden's favorite restaurant to celebrate his victory.

We have a good time together and after a while, Silas and I get ready to make our way back home since we have lectures tomorrow. We already came together on Friday and he took me to my parents' place before going to his place.

me once you arrive, yeah?"

her, hugging her

if you need anything or

least four times a week, Dad." I laugh

my heart flutters at the small

we live in the same building, so in some way, we live together. "Well, I know it's cold, but I'm in the mood for ice cream," I tell him. Is it wrong of me that I'm trying to spend more time with him? I don't want to go home because I

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and I shake my head, already happy that he's going to take me to get ice cream. "I know this place. I think you'll like it." How do I tell him that I don't care about ice cream, and I only suggested that to spend time with him? I want him to know that I miss his

when he doesn't reach

me as we stand in front of the ice cream display case. I

"I hate how formal we

We sit on the red stools placed in one of the corners of

really good. How did you find this place?"

her," he replies. I nod, not knowing what

spend more time with him and while part of me wants him to

got you something last Thursday, but I forgot to give

As in more than one thing?"

"Yes."

Yes.

why he even got me something in the first place, but I refrain from doing so. It's not because I want him to buy me gifts, but I truly want any excuse to talk to him. "You'll find out once we're

off my seat. "Let's go home. I'm done with my ice cream anyway."

have no patience," he comments, still

do my best to get him to stand

thrice your size, Rosie," he says, standing up. "Which means I can easily do that."

"As light as a feather, Rosie." He chuckles, opening the passenger door for me. "Maybe I need to hit the gym," I grumble as I get in his car, but when he closes the door, I smile. I like it when we're this playful. I don't want whatever boundaries he thought we needed. Silas gets in the car and I turn on the radio. I gasp upon hearing the song because Mum and I used to dance to it when I was young. Do you like this song?" he asks me, and I nod vigorously. "Oh, don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me, I

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