He bent and his lips met mine. I opened my mouth and accepted his familiar kiss. His taste was the same; his touch was the same. I slid my arms up and around his broad shoulders and pressed myself against him, hardly able to believe that he’d forgiven me—that he still wanted me—still loved me. “Zoey,” he murmured against my lips. “I’ve missed you, too.”
Okay, so I'm not going to feel any kind of bad for him when she cheats on him again. He is so dumb.
