Conquer My Sweetheart in One Fell Swoop!

I lived with my childhood sweetheart.

One day, when I got home, I saw him holding the underwear I had just washed. With a frown, he asked me, "Why do you wear pink underwear?"

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It was hot outside. As soon as I returned home, I saw my childhood sweetheart standing on the balcony with his abs showing, holding the underwear I had just washed yesterday.

I looked down at his shorts. Maybe it was my illusion, and he seemed to straighten his back deliberately to make his abs even more obvious.

I took a deep breath and said, "Eric?"

He didn't care about my gaze but smiled, "Do you want to take a shower first? I've prepared the clothes for you."

"Let me do it myself!"

I took the clothes and accidentally glanced at his lean muscles. My face turned red, thinking, "I don't want to live with him anymore."

Eric and I had been neighbors since childhood. Perhaps because we were too familiar, he was so close to me that he had almost no sense of boundaries.

In short, he didn't treat me as a girl at all.

He would hold my hand casually, eat the food I hadn't finished, drink a cup of milk with me, and even be willing to wash my underwear. He would do things that only couples in love would do, but he just treated me as his best female friend.

Eric was a handsome guy with an outstanding appearance and a good figure. Although I didn’t know whether he was good at sex, his penis was indeed big. Anyway, he was a good boyfriend.

Normally speaking, I lived with him, so I would have got him a long time ago.

But there were many regrets in life.

Such a perfect man had a quirk. Because Eric witnessed his mother cheating with other men when he was young, he hated all girls who expressed their love to him and wanted to have sex with him.

All the girls who confessed their love to him were blocked by him, and he never contacted them again.

I was the girl who had been with him the longest because he had always treated me as his friend.

Thinking of this, I suddenly regretted agreeing to share the house with him. If I stayed with him every day, my secret might be exposed. Once the secret was exposed, we would definitely break up.

My secret was that I liked Eric too.

By taking a shower, my fatigue of the day was washed away. As I sighed, I recalled some past events.

When we just entered college, Eric was worried that I would be bullied by others, so he took classes with me when he was free and sent me downstairs to my dormitory every day. Gradually, there were some rumors.

One day, when we were having dinner together, his roommate asked him, "Are you in a relationship? Have you had sex?"

I was stunned, and before I could answer, I saw Eric's face turn ugly. He showed a disgusted expression and said, "Don't think of us in that disgusting relationship. Joyce and I are best friends."

Suddenly, everyone looked at me. Ignoring their disbelief and surprise, I calmly had my meal, thinking, "Why are you looking at me? Don't you know that we are just friends?"

Well, maybe they indeed didn't know that.

One day, when Eric wanted to hold my hand in the mall, I finally couldn't help but protest.

"Don't you think this is inappropriate?" I tried to make my voice serious.

Eric was wearing the same style T-shirt as me but in a different color. With an innocent expression, he asked me, "What's wrong? There are so many people, and we will get separated if we don't hold hands."

Damn! What he said made sense, and I didn't know how to refute it.

He reached out and patted my head, asking me to wait for him, "I'm going to get popcorn and Coke."

I watched him leave, feeling satisfied. If I could keep it a secret forever...

"Joyce?" My thoughts were interrupted by a clear female voice.

It was Julie White, the school beauty.

She was wearing a light-colored dress and high heels, looking pure.

I met her a few times in college because of Eric, but I didn't expect to meet her here.

I said politely, "What a coincidence!"

Julie showed a charming smile. "No, I came here on purpose."