ZAYNE’S POV
Anyone who knew my story would probably shake their head at me and brand me a fool.
Andrea had clearly rejected me before. Now, she smelled like another male, and I wasn’t stupid; I knew what that meant.
Yet, here I was, offering myself up to her again.
Honestly, I didn’t understand it myself. When I’d first met Andrea, back when she was with that scumbag, Beck, I’d felt an instant connection.
I was never going to come between her and Beck, and truthfully, I was content with being her friend.
Then they broke up, and she got pregnant and was suddenly moving to Italy. I didn’t even have to think about it for a second before I decided I was moving with Andrea. The decision felt natural—like the abnormal thing was if I stayed behind.
And over the last five ye
