Forty

At his words and as he continues to slowly circle me, I stand from my crouch, still mimicking his movements. I am expecting him to move, but what he does surprises me; he doesn't go to hit me, which is what I was expecting. He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into him, wrapping his other arm tightly around me as he kisses me again. I move my hands to his chest and push against him just a little. He pulls back from the kiss, placing his forehead to mine as he says,

"I thought I had lost you! I love you! Yasmine"

It isn't until that moment that I realize that I no longer care for him in that way. Even after everything and the renewed hate, I just felt for him, Zachariah is still slowly inching his way into my heart. I move one of my hands from his chest to his cheek and as he leans more into it, I can't stop the tear that escapes my eye as I whisper.

"You did!"

For the love I once felt for him, I give him one last kiss. I then take advantage of my