Chapter 64

Zane

I was kissing her again.

It was becoming a thing, just like casual hand holding, or touching her, my lips had this insane mad desire to taste hers - and I watched myself, the self-control, the insecurity of people using me for their own selfish reasons, slowly slip away with each piece of myself I gave - each piece she took.

Because that's what kissing was.

Personal.

Intimate.

A very real way to share your feelings about someone without actually saying them - I was a wordsmith, it was my job to make people believe with my words that I was in love with them, that I was in love with love.

But my lips?

They had always been mine.

My virginity, mine.

They couldn't take it - because I refused to give it.

Nobody should ever feel like they have to give pieces of themselves in order to gain love, security, acceptance, I knew that better than anyone did - because I'd had to grow up without all of the above.

Until finally, I was given it right along with fame.