Fifty-Three

ZORA'S POV

I walked back home in a daze, barely noticing where I was headed. I just let my feet automatically take me down the familiar path to my house. From time to time, my hands strayed to my lips and brushed them lightly. I had Elliot's lips on mine just a short while ago.

He had kissed me and I still could not believe it. It was weird, how we had gone from not exchanging a word with each other to smooching in a park. My head spun as I tried to make sense of it all.

Elliot had been very firm in his assertion that he wanted me back. I had let him talk when I found that my words were falling on deaf ears. But I had shown by my body language that I still was not in support of what he was saying.

And then he had kissed me again. I had responded eagerly... again. All the logical reasons I had given for us not being able to be together had gone flying out of my head. I did not need to close my eyes to visualize the taste of his lips and the feel of his hands on my body.

He had been