I wake to the tickle of fingers brushing up and down my arms. “El…” Zak coaxes, pulling me from my peaceful slumber. I was still laying on his chest like I hadn’t moved all night. His arms wrapped around me like a protective blanket. I don’t think I’ve ever slept so well. “El...” His voice grew a little louder. I groaned and he laughed. “We have to get up.”“Five more minutes.” I grumbled against his chest and wrapped my arms tighter around him, savoring every moment being this close to him. I wished I could lay here for the rest of eternity.“Come on.” He started to sit up, causing me to roll off him.I rubbed my eyes. “What time is it?” “Almost eight. My mom wil

The room falls silent as we enter and all eyes land on us. The circular room was large and filled with chairs that sat in a circle with the exception of a path leading to the center of the room. A few people sat in the chairs, waiting to see the show. I swallowed hard when my eyes landed on the four individuals standing in front of me. They weren’t dressed in any sort of formal clothing, but they’re tall build and muscles definitely intimidated me. The man in the middle sighs irritably upon seeing Zak as we walk to the middle of the room. He had a black shirt that fitted to him and blue jeans. His golden hair was pushed back away from his face that was hidden beneath a full beard. It was dim and hard to make out many features. “You know you’re not allowed to be here, Zakariah.” He crosses his arms over his chest, much like a parent scolding a child.

The next morning Zak and I decided to go and talk with my Dad to see if we could pry any answers from him. I had a bad feeling growing in the pit of my stomach about going to see him, remembering how angry he was last time I saw him. "Let's grab some breakfast first and then we will head out, okay?" I nodded, fixing my hair into a bun. Zak had gotten me some fresh clothes from his mom. Just a simple tank top and shorts but I felt so much better in clean clothes. As we walked down the hall, Zak slipped his hand in mine. I frowned despite adoring the feeling of his hand in mine. "Are you sure this is okay?" I say, holding up our hands between us. The smile he gives removes any of my perturbing thoughts and he kisses me slowly, communicating his feelings through the gesture."It's more than okay. Everyone knows now, so there's no need to hide." He kisses my

I rested my forehead on the warm window, closing my eyes and letting the sun melt away my troubles. He wasn’t my dad. I kept thinking it over and over in my mind, our conversation replaying on a loop. You’d think that I would find some sort of joy in discovering I wasn’t related to him, but he was still the man that raised me. The man that was biologically my father was another matter altogether. Very briefly I pictured what life could have been like with a loving father and a mother that didn’t have to hide. I could see us standing in front of a brilliant white house with blue shutters complete with the white picket fence. The perfect family. But that wasn’t reality. Reality was that my real father terrified my mother so badly that she ran from him. Even went as far as to erase her and Liam’s past. What puzzled

As if reading my thoughts he kissed me quickly, releasing me from my staring. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”I nodded, drawing in a deep breath as I felt him situate himself at my opening. Slowly he eased himself inside me, stretching me to the max. The pain wasn’t as bad as I was expecting, and I wondered if it was because my body healed itself. Whatever it was, I was grateful.He eased himself in and out a few times at an agonizingly slow pace, giving my body time to adjust. I could tell he was restraining himself, by the way his body shook with his calculated movements. The pain subsided quickly, leaving only slight pressure and an immense amount of pleasure. He rocked back into me, a little harder this time and I moaned in response to urge him to keep going. Seeing I had adjusted, he quickened his movements, letting out low moa