Chapter 17

Zach was silent.

“Zachary…” I whispered.

He sighed. “It doesn’t matter what I wanted, baby girl.”

“But did you?” I asked. I was desperate to know. I wanted to understand why he was so angry at me.

“Why do you want to know?” he asked. “You already chose our fate. And you didn’t even ask me what I wanted. So, no, you don’t get to ask me those questions.”

There was a trace of sadness and frustration in his voice. And it broke my heart because I felt like I broke his heart when that was the last thing I wanted to do. But I couldn’t risk it. Once we crossed that line, there would be no turning back for him and me. At least this way, we still had a chance to repair our relationship. He’ll always be my brother. If I slept with him, we’d always have that between us. Forever. Even someday when we get married and have our own families. He’ll be the uncle of my children. How could I feel comfortable with him around or look at him in the eye knowing that I slept with him?

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