Chapter 91

• Maija
• The color drains from my face as I look at the confusion and hurt on my mother's face. The sensation of Zayne's tongue leaving my clit and my mother looking conflicts heavily, and I don't know how to feel. He pulls his head up and pulls the shirt below my waist, and turns to face her. We all stare at each other for a couple of minutes, my heart pounding as I wait on her to rain words of anger on us, but those words never come.
• “Mom, I’m…we’re sorry.” She turns and walks away, leaving me and Zayne confused.