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She stared wide eyed at him and then me. I didn’t know her, but she looked like she might be a couple of years below us, so I smiled hoping she realised we weren’t there to hurt her. Picking up her bag, she threw it over her shoulder and left us alone without even a backward glance.

“Sit down,” Zak urged, pointing to the bench seat. “And listen to me.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Yet I sat down anyway.

“Please, Maddy. I need you to listen to me. I swear to God, I never posted that picture. I don’t even know when it was taken. I haven’t spoken to Connie since we left the party in London.”

Looking down at my feet, I noticed that my right boot was dirty, so I reached down and rubbed at it with two fingers.

“Maddy,” Zak cried, putting his hands on my shoulders. “Listen to me.”

“I’m listening, okay.” I blew out my cheeks. “I’m listening.”

He exhaled and linked his hands at the back of his neck. “Thank God.” Taking two paces back he crouched down so that we were eye to eye. “On my life, I swear to you that I’m not back with Connie, I didn’t post that picture, and I haven’t seen her or even spoken to her since London.”

As I looked into his eyes, it was like looking into a shimmering pool of clear blue water, but instead of my own image reflecting back at me, it was something else, a whole host of things. It was his protectiveness, his morals, his affection for me, his beautiful nature, and his kindness; it was truth and honesty.

“How can I trust you and what you’re saying, Zak?” I knew deep down he wasn’t lying, and instinct told me that he had done nothing wrong, but sometimes you have to ask the questions—just to be sure you’re not stupid and you do have the right answers after all.

He closed his eyes with a sigh, and as his shoulders sagged, he looked back up at me and licked his lips.

“Because.” He hesitated and then shook his head. “Because you’re the best thing that’severhappened to me Maddy, that’s why. You’re everything to me.”

My mouth dropped open, shocked by his admission. I’d had no idea that he felt like that. Or maybe I did. Maybe that was why I was so shocked by his supposed betrayal. I knew I was there with us, but…

“I-I am?”

He nodded, putting one knee to the floor, resting his forearm on the other. “Yeah, you are. To the point that I know I’ll never get over you if you dump me now, not ever.”

“You’re not just saying it, so I won’t set my dad on you, are you?” I asked with a grin, my veins pumping with excitement and happiness.

“No, of course not. Although he does scare the shit out of me.” His perfect lips pouted. “I wanted to tell you in London, but I wasn’t sure that you would want to hear it. I know we’re young and it’s quick, but if me telling you now makes you trust me, then I’ll take the risk.”

“What risk?”

“Of you telling me to stop being a weird twat and to fuck off.”

I couldn’t help giggle at that. “I wouldn’t say that.”

Never ever. Not in a thousand lifetimes.

“You wouldn’t?” He looked up at me with hopeful puppy eyes, which just made the stupid idiot even more attractive.

“No, but I would say, get up off that dirty pavement because you’re kneeling in chewing gum.”

“Ah, shit.” He jumped up quickly, brushing down the knees of his jeans, muttering about dirty skanks spitting out chewing gum.

As I watched him, my body sighed with relief and I couldn’t stop my smile as I said, “You’re just lucky that stream of pee didn’t travel far.”

Zak looked where I pointed and groaned. “It’s not the most romantic place to tell you I’m obsessed with you, is it?”

“Not really.” It didn’t mean I didn’t like it, though. In fact, my heart was thudding in time with the wings of the butterflies in my stomach. “But thank you for the thought.”

Sitting next to me, Zak tentatively took my hand and pulled on it until I looked at him.

“What?” I asked.

“You really do believe me?”

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