But I loved her. I knew I did. How could I not? Maybe I always had, even when I hated her. Loving Shay came as easy as the wind. It pushed through my system and left me completely breathless. I was making love to her, and she didn’t even know it…she didn’t know my feelings for her, she didn’t know how she woke up the sleeping parts of me. She hadn’t known how her existence made me better. So, I made sure she felt it. With every thrust, kiss, and moan, I fed her my love. I filled her up inside, hoping she knew, hoping she’d feel it, hoping she’d feel my feelings for her.