Chapter 39

Zach.

I watched her beautiful face against my pillows. She slept peacefully. I think she was even smiling in her sleep. And I hoped I was the source of that.

I read somewhere that if a phobia was associated with a horrific memory during thunderstorms, replacing it with another memory would help get rid of or at least diminish the effects of the night our mother beat me up thinking I was her.

I only intended to comfort her last night. But then, she always had this effect on me. My body ached for her—all the time. One touch was all it took, and I would be rock hard. I was physically attracted to her, that pretty much was obvious. It didn’t matter what clothes she wore, what color of contacts she put on, or what color she dyed her hair. I was sexually attracted to her—hopelessly. There was something primal in the way I wanted her. Many times, I was filled with uncontrollable lust for her.

Last night was a first for me. I achieved a