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Our movements were gentler this time around. As she rocked against me, meeting my thrusts in time, I realized for the first time in my life that I wasn't just fucking, but I was actually making love.

As the realization crashed through me, her speed increased. I looked up at her as she rode me and knew that there was no more perfect person in this world than Zoey Campbell. Even with her hair tousled from my attention and her body dripping with sweat from her effort to reach her high, she was absolutely breathtaking.

She didn't say anything as she came this time. She just met my gaze, and I felt her walls clench around my cock. That was all I needed to follow her over the edge, confessing my love for her as we rode out our waves of pleasure together.

"I love you, Zoey Campbell. You should hate me, but I love you."

* * *

She fell back asleep soon afterward, and I sat there watching her sleep. Her words echoed, not just in my brain, but in my heart.

"Everyone makes mistakes. It's how we choose to fix them that decides whether we're worthy of forgiveness."

I so desperately wanted to be worthy of Zoey's forgiveness. I knew what she had said, but it all felt too easy. It was like she had reached inside of me, examined my heart, and realized that my intentions had been so distorted because of my childhood.

I also thought that part of her willingness to forgive me was because she felt partly to blame for my actions. I wished I could relieve her of that burden. I wished that I could go back all those years ago and never have confused the feelings of love with hate like I had.

It wasn't that love unrequited turned to hate. It was that love unrequited was often misinterpreted as hate.

She should hate me.

That should be my curse for my entire life.

Yet, she didn't.

I needed to prove tomyselfsomehow that I was worthy of that love.

thirty-four

ZOEY

I woke up the next morning with Axe lying next to me. My emotions were all over the place. I knew if anyone read my story, they'd think that I was suffering from Stockholm syndrome or something like that.

Maybe I was.

But, it didn't feel like that.

The feelings that I had for Axe seemed real.

No. Didn't seem.Were.

I didn't care if anyone judged me. Sometimes you just knew the truth for yourself, even if people around you couldn't understand it.

There was one thing that I still had yet to ask him about, though. One story I knew he had yet to tell.

I turned over to see him looking up at the ceiling. His breathing was even, but he was definitely awake.

"Axe?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you tell me what happened that day?"

"What day?"

"In high school. The day you disappeared," I clarified.

"Oh," he said. "Thatday."