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messing his life up so much because I still loved him, I still felt drawn to him, and I still felt like he belonged to me and me to him.
     
    The tears pinch at my eyes and it takes everything in me to try and hold them back. It’s silent for only a minute or two but it feels like forever as I wait nervously for his response.
     
    “But… what about Leo?”
     
    “You don’t just stop feeling something for someone because you start feeling something for someone else…”
     
    I look up at him and the sight alone forces the salty tear water to start streaming down my face.
     
    He was looking at me the way he always use to look at me, the way every young girl wants to be looked at.
     
    He lifts his hand up to my face and carefully wipes the tears away under my eyes. I place my hand on his and as if he’d just read my mind he moves his arms and wraps them around my waist, pulling me up in to a tight embrace. I’d been waiting for this hug for years, yearning for his touch, to feel him close to me once again, to breathe in his sweet scent.
     
    “I’m sorry”, he whispers in my ear so softly, so heartfelt.
     
    With that said, it was as if the argument had never happened, it was as if the past four years had never happened. I’d seen his flaws and imperfections yet I’d never loved him as much as I did right now. We were both broken beyond repair and yet together, it felt as though we were invincible.
     
    His lips crash against mine beautifully. It was like our mouths were molded to fit each other. His tongue delves in to my mouth and the sensation of his tongue bar rolling smoothly over my own tongue is enough to drive me wild.
     
    I wasn’t even thinking straight, I was just focusing on the bundles of pleasure Trey was delivering to me and how I could match him, his soft swollen lips massaging mine with each kiss, the electricity and excitement surging through my veins, his hands roaming all over my body.
     
    His hands move down to my thighs and he squeezes them gently whilst playfully biting on my lower lip.
     
    Moans of pleasure escape from my mouth and he takes it as a sign of encouragement to carry on, ducking his hands underneath my dress and tenderly stroking my inner thighs, forcing me to part my legs.
     
    He pulls away from my mouth, kissing my jaw line then descending to my neck. He knew how I liked it, he knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me moan, how to make me his.
     
    His hands carry on upwards under my dress. One hand tugs on the small ribbons on my underwear while the other moves further up to the small of my back and pushes me into him.
     
    “Oh God… Trey…”
     
    He lifts his face from my neck and looks in to my eyes. He wasn’t ‘angry Trey’ or ‘tortured Trey’, he was simply my Trey. But this… like this… it wasn’t right. I don’t know why I felt that way. Since leaving the church I had had extramarital sex often. I loved it! But now I felt a steady voice in my head.
     
         Trey is important, Harmony. Think about this.
     
         His kisses trailed down my neck and I moaned. Forget about the voice. Forget about what feels right. This is Trey! We were so close to getting what we both so badly desired when someone starts banging ridiculously on the door.
     
    We look at each other, slightly perplexed.
     
    “Were you expecting anyone?”
     
    He shrugs his shoulders and then we’re both hit with dread and realization at the sound of her screeching voice from outside.
     
    “Trey, I know you’re home, open up!”
     
    Miranda.
     
    I’d completely forgotten about her for that past 15 minutes or so. If she found out what had just happened between me and Trey, she was bound to skin me alive or something else of that nature.
     
    Trey moves towards the door. He wasn’t seriously going to let her in, was he?
     
    “Fix your dress, I’ll handle this”.
     
    He opens the door and immediately, Miranda launches herself at him, hungrily chewing his face