HAYLEY’S P.O.V

Our clothes were off before I even realized what was happening. This had little to do with savoring the moment and more to do with simply feeling him against me.

He loved me.

I tried to reconcile myself to the fact that it was true but it still felt like a fiction of my imagination. There was like and there was love; Jake wasn’t a child who minced words, if he said he loved me then he meant it.

“I can almost hear the screws in your head ...