67. Getting Closer

TAYLOR

I forgive him, I had to, I’m too fucking in love with him not to.

Zack was standing so close to me I can feel his breath on my neck, his fingertips ghosting up my bare arms, not touching but close enough that I could sense the sparks of the bond rippling through the little air between us.

“Are you fucking sure?” He nibbled softly on his bottom lip, all that was standing between us was this barrier and now that's gone there's nothing keeping us apart.

“I’m sure…” I replied quietly.

“I can give you more time, if that’s what you need.”

I know he would, that’s what makes him so damn perfect for me. His patience.

“I forgive you Zack.” I step in closer, my still damp chest lightly grazing against his own, those sparks rushing through us both. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the feeling of it overpower him until his arm snaked around my waist and he pulled me against his hard body firmly, his perfect hazel eyes snappin