ZOLA'S P.O.V
We were pushing close to sunrise and I swore to myself that I would be gone before then. But temptation kept pulling me back in. He was like my own personal drug, an addiction I wasn't ready to let go of but knew that I had to.
"Mmm." The sound of my moaning echoed across the pond.
His head popped back up to look me in the eyes.
"Keep making sounds like that, and we may never leave this spot."
His words meant more to me than I could explain. I wanted him to be true to them, but I also knew that was a fictional idea. I knew as amazing as tonight was, it could never happen again. Which was part of the reason I had to leave. The other was more personal. I've been doing some digging and I think I have finally found what, or I should say who, I have been looking fo
