The Loathed Luna: A Sister's Substitute
The bathroom felt too small, but I placed my hands over his, still holding my face.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, Greyson.” Tears welled in my eyes again, but I didn’t look away. “You made terrible choices,” I continued softly. “You hurt me. You humiliated me. You treated me less like a person. But you are not beyond redemption,” I said. “And you are worthy of love.” My voice broke as I continued. “You are not unworthy of my love.”
“Oh, Katarina,” he whispered, thumb asserting my jawline. “Sweet, innocent Katarina. You have no idea…” he whispered, leaning into me, and my arms went around his neck as I got on my tippy toes and connected our lips.