Zayne
I roll over in bed and groan, stirred from sleep by my cellphone ringing. I force my eyes open as a sharp pain shoots through my head; shit, I had way too much to drink last night. I lift my head and squint as the sunlight hits my eyes before glancing around the room at my surroundings, which did not feel unfamiliar. Where am I? A groan comes from the pile of sheets beside me as my phone starts to ring again. I glance at the black hair spilling from under the sheet; oh right, Sienna. I met her at the bar, and she took me back to her place. I smile as the night of passion comes back to me. The phone suddenly stops ringing but starts again immediately. Who is calling me so early? I wonder as I scramble across the room to grab it from the pile of clothes on the floor. I grab the phone and answer it immediately, seeing mom’s name flash across the screen.
“Zayne?” She says, th
Chapter 27 We arrive in Tokyo at five a.m. on dad’s private jet. After landing, it takes an hour to get to the house. Maija, Mom, and dad crash, probably tired from the long flight, but I can’t sleep. All I can think about is still being in love with the girl who broke my heart. All that time I spent burying my feelings between the thighs of strange women meant nothing. It’s as if time stopped for me, and I just walked out of that treehouse that morning with my heart crushed. But while time stopped for me, these two years have passed for her. Her sexual attraction to me is probably gone by now, and she must be in love with Danuel. I mean, why else would he still be around after two years. When she told him she loved him earlier, it felt like she stuck a knife in my heart and twisted it. I wanted to ask her then why she couldn’t love me. Regardless of our parent’s relationship, why couldn’t she love me? But I have to be more mature about it because just like Sienna could not
MaijaI rustle in bed, slowly opening my eyes as the sunlight streams into the room. When did I fall asleep last night? Zayne and I spent all day and night catching up on the last two years. I was a little apprehensive about talking to him since he was such an asshole earlier, but I'm glad we finally cleared the air between us. Being near him without having the right to touch him is difficult, especially when he is nice. My face flushes with heat as I remember staring at his last night for most of his conversations. I wonder what he would have done if I had leaned in and kissed him? I groan, closing my eyes—I need to get over this. I have a great boyfriend who loves me, so what if Zayne has my heart. He’s my stepbrother who does not like me.“What are you thinking so deeply about?” My eyes shoot open at the sound of his
Maija The rest of the outing goes smoothly, and we head home after wrapping our picnic in the park. I can’t seem to think about anything else except for those words- I love you. I lay in bed, replaying the moment and the words in my mind repeatedly. Wait, why am I overthinking this? He loves me! I squeal as butterflies storm my stomach. My heart feels lighter than it’s ever been. Who cares when he started loving me? He loves me, and I love him. I want to scream into the heavens. I’m i
For the next couple of days, we visit restaurants, museums, and manga shops together as a family or with just Maija and me. As of today, we have been in Japan for eleven days, and Maija and I have been inseparable, although she has maintained some distance, so we don’t end up as we did back at the club. We were basically making love on the floor; well, I know I was. I don’t know what she was feeling. She did kiss me back as fervently as I kissed her in the club. It felt like she wanted it as desperately as I did; however, maybe it was due to the alcohol, although she didn’t seem drunk. I sigh, remembering the warmth of her lips. They are still as sweet as they were two years ago, maybe sweeter. I groan, wishing I had to right to kiss them every day. However, I don’t, and based on her indifferent reaction to me telling her I love her, it does not look like our hearts will be connected any time soon. I groan, recalling the blank indifference on her face when I let it slip that
I’m on facetime with my friends, telling them about Zayne's confession after asking him why he stopped coming home. I know I said I wanted to leave it in the past, but he keeps telling me how much he loves me, and today he says it was love at first sight, which made my heart feel as if it would burst. I’m glad the train stopped then because I was so close to telling him I love him too. Even while standing in the rain, all I could think about was how much I love him. But then it dawned on me if it was love at first sight, why didn’t he ever confess? Why did he stop coming home after kissing me? I had to know, so I asked the question I told myself I would never ask. The truth shattered me to the core; he left because3 of me. Because I lied and told him our first kiss meant nothing because I didn’t realize I was in love with him and kept Danuel around to cope with the pain. Two years livi
Zayne “Wow,” Maija gasps as she looks down at Scottish Highlands from our helicopter. A small smile cracks my lips seeing the pure joy on her face. At least she’s happy; this trip will be worth it if it makes her this happy. The pain in my chest surfaces, threatening to ruin the moment. I close my eyes and take a deep breath waiting for it to pass. It has been two days since we visited the Onsen, and I still have not recovered from our conversation. Overhearing that she loved me two years ago crushed me; the girl I've been in love with, the girl I can’t let go of, loved me. However, after talking to her, I realized she never felt love but pity shattering me completely. Over the past two years, there were countless times I wanted her to show and tell me how much she misses me and how much she loves me. Now that hope no longer lingered in my heart, she had experienced what she felt was love. And she was over it and me. She is over me, but I can’t get over her. That
Zayne The next morning, I awake with a groan because I will no longer have Maija to myself. There will be no more stolen kisses. I groan again at the thought of Danuel kissing my woman, ugh. I roll out of bed and head into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth before heading down to the kitchen, assuming Maija is probably making breakfast. She is nowhere in sight when I walk in, but a plate on the countertop has waffles, French toast, eggs, and bacon with a note attached. “I’m going to read and maybe feed a goat or two. Thank you so much again, Zayne. I know you say I should stop thanking you, but this means so much to me. P.s I’ll be back by lunch.” I smile, happy I can fulfill one of her wishes, even if this week will be torture. I look out the window to see if I can catch a glimpse of her, but all I see are empty fields. I wish she had invited me to go along with her, but maybe it was too much after kissing her. She is dating Danuel, and ev
Maija After a fun lunch with the guys, I leave the kitchen and make my way to my room upstairs. As I walk to my door, I am very aware of the room Zayne stayed in last night. I sneak over to the door and peer in since it was slightly open. I look around, but Sienna is nowhere in sight, and neither are their bags. Good, they moved, which makes me happy since I do not want to room next to them and hear any of the sex I am sure they’ll be having. I groan at the thought of Sienna touching him or kissing him, especially after he kisses me. I sigh as I enter my room and plop down on the bed. The kiss yesterday was something I can’t stop thinking about, his warm lips pressed against mine, his hands exploring my curves. Ugh, I have a boyfriend. I can’t kee