The Bad Boy's Sweetheart novel Chapter 8

I didn't know. Something about the way she played made the deepest of my fears alive. Maybe it was how at ease she was with everyone or the way she closed her eyes as her delicate fingers consumed the piano like it was her own favorite miracle. That scared me because whenever I looked into her soft green eyes, I had to know everything that she did and felt; it was like we were connected by unbreakable strings. I couldn't get enough but something inside of me told me that I shouldn't have let her in because love was like killing yourself slowly. I loved my mom but she left, so I was biased about love.

She stopped playing and took a deep breath as if she was afraid to speak to me. It was something about the aura I radiated around her but my colored eyes couldn't leave hers. It was like our eyes were interlocked into an attraction phase that made the whole world around us stop.

I wanted her to continue and she saw that on my face as she shyly giggled, enjoying my desperation. Her fingers touched my hand as she guided my fingers on the piano keys. I didn't know what was more breathtaking, the sight of her or the grand piano that held various keys.

My mind went to blank when she urged me to go on as I tapped random keys making a light tone. I honestly didn't know how to play any instrument.

"Mom, can I play with that guitar?" I asked as I pointed to the display center of the shop, where it had a blue electric guitar.

"No, honey, they won't let us." Mom reasoned with the pained expression.

"Why not? Don't you like to try?" I questioned.

"I tried once and ended up with your father." She sniffled as if she wanted to let go of her tears.

Something about Evangeline irritated me, it was like she was a locked case that I couldn't manage to open her door of secrets. It wasn't just curiosity, it was more than that. It was bigger than me and her.

You talk like you're whipped. You barely know the girl and she's scared of you.

Internally saying, I had to disagree because she was no longer hesitant when she spoke and she was shy around me. Her blush looked fucking cute on her.

"For a beginner who didn't touch a piano before, you sure know your taste of tones." She commented when I hit a lighter tone of sound while my other finger was on the deep resonating sound. I let out a small smile and she got baffled, realizing I had my guard down, I changed my expression and she looked away.

I was not sure what to say about her flattering comment so I ignored it as the music room only had us and Evangeline looked awkward with her hair falling behind her back when she flipped it from the front to her back.

I was aching from how much I wanted to stroke her hair, it seemed so soft to the touch but I refrained and reminded myself that I should never let my guard down and let her in a world of darkness. Sensing her actions before when she cried and looked in fear, she already had a heavy past so putting mine it was unnecessary and it would put her in danger if my dad knew about her.

My dad was an asshole because everything that I got interested in before was shattered by him. Like the moment I entered a contest for boxing, he made sure I didn't make the cut and locked me up. He was irritated that I was better than him at something. If he knew that I liked a girl, he would use her or blackmail her to get away from me. I wasn't going to put anyone through that.