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Lessia's POV:

I had a tussle in my conscience concerning how I had left Kian hanging his lips out in a kiss. A part of me was ridden with guilt, another, backed up with a reason, approved of it.

I wanted that moment to last forever, if he were possible. I needed him to kiss me until I was out of breath, and assure me that he would always feel that way about me, no matter what happened.

I was sick and tired of him being sweet for a second, and then rejecting me in the next second, like I was a play thing for him. He might have done that only once, but I couldn't stand to have him do it again. I was beginning to feel like he only wanted me for the sex. It wasn't that I gave that any mind—I did not. I liked him enough to let him do it, but if he was going to stick to that game, I might as well play it with him. That was the reason I left him that way.

Before Kian, I never thought I deserved to be treated rightly, or that my feelings even mattered. But now, he had shown me the proper way