The Crystal 3 by Jones M (uplifting books for women .txt) 📕

said as he stared at me with wide eyes. "Did she say it back?"

"No. She passed out," I replied.

"Either she passed out because you weren't doing anything or it's because you were rocking her world, which is highly impossible," Logan joked, but that still made me glare at him. "Seriously, how many orgasms did you give her?"

"Why does it matter?" I asked.

"Well, it will help us help you. Maybe she was faking the tiredness, or maybe she was tired."

I sighed, realizing that weirdly, Logan was right.

"I'll tell you as long as you don't tell anyone else," I bargained.

"It's okay with us," Harry said while Logan nodded in agreement.

"Okay. I gave her..." I trailed off as I tried to remember the events of the previous night. I shifted in my seat, trying to calm the erection I was getting from the memory of Emery.

"I think four. Or was it five?"

Logan and Harry blinked their eyes at me with bored looks.

"Yeah, right," they both said.

"What?" I asked, shocked. "You don't believe me?"

"Dude, you do remember we spent time together on a tour bus, right?" Logan asked with a raised eyebrow. "That meant your awful, asshole and bitchy ex of a girlfriend sometimes joined us on tour. Everyone heard the two of you having sex, and it occasionally lasted a few minutes."

I gasped in disbelief. I went to say something, but then I realized it wasn't worth it. I didn't like Bianca. I loved Emery.

"It is true. You guys lasted a short time. The rest of us even wondered what the two of you were doing alone," Harry added.

"I thought she was a quick peeker."

"Or maybe she was faking it," Harry suggested before taking a sip of his coffee, eyeing me warily. I looked at him with disbelief.

Could he be telling the truth?

My mind ran wild with the memories that included Bianca. She lied about everything, and she lied about her true self when we were dating. My eyes widened when I realized something.

Harry was right. She could have been faking her orgasms!

My mouth dropped in shock.

"Zane, it's okay. It's a thing of the past."

"Unbelievable!" I whisper-yelled to myself. How could I have missed that?

"Zane, that was Bianca. She was definitely faking her orgasms, but this is Emery. With the way you love her and how you get intense about her, I somewhat believe you," Logan commented.

"Lucky girl," Harry said with sarcasm before he and Logan chuckled to themselves.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. But what do I do about it?"

"Well, if you indeed made her come five times..."

"I did," I interrupted Logan.

"...then it is highly possible that she passed out from exhaustion."

"Sorry if I'm coming off as too nosy, but how was she towards the last orgasm?" Harry asked, and I glared at him. He raised his hands in surrender as he stared at me with wide eyes.

"What? I just want to know if she was speaking or if she was a blubbering mess."

"None," I replied. Harry and Logan winced. "She was a sobbing mess."

The two of them turned to face me in shock.

"Maybe you're lying. But if it's true, then it is exhaustion. Definitely exhaustion," Harry said as he hit the table.

"Okay. But what do I do?" I asked.

"You do nothing," Logan replied. "Just go to your class. Avoid her for a while. Wait for her to come to you. You told her you love her, and so let her figure it out. I know Emery feels the same way for you, and I am certain she will come to you eventually."

I sighed, hesitatingly agreeing with Logan's advice. If Emery would not approach me and tell me she loved me, I would have to confront her myself. The feelings I had for her had increased recently up to the point where I got jealous of another guy being around her. Emery was mine, and I hoped she felt the same way as I did.

Emery's P.O.V

I woke up with a start.

I looked around my environment, realizing I wasn't at my home. A gray curtain was on my side, partially opened to allow some light to enter the room.

I got out of the bed and walked towards the windows. I felt a sudden cool breeze and went to pull down my shirt. My eyebrows furrowed when I realized I felt nothing but my stomach.

I looked down, seeing that I was naked.

I jumped with a screech.

What had happened? Where was I? And why the hell was I nude?

The memories of the previous night finally hit me. I was in Zane's home. Zane didn't want to sleep in the same bed as me, warning me that he wouldn't be able to control himself. I teased him, and then...

My eyes widened as I remembered what happened afterward.

Zane and I had sex.

The memory sent a small bout of arousal through my form. Even though I was slightly sore from the previous night's activities, I was ready to go for another round. The orgasms he had pulled out of me, especially the last one that made me black out—

My eyes widened as something else came to my mind.

I love you, Emery.

I shook my head, wondering if I was hallucinating Zane saying it or if it was a memory of a dream. Tears began to form in my eyes as I thought of what he said is a dream. It would hurt so much if it were a dream.

Then I recalled I was in his room. I could see him clearly and remember when he said it. After he did, I came and fell asleep. A grin then broke onto my face.

It certainly was not a dream.

Zane was in love with me.

I gasped, realizing I didn't get the chance to say it back. He had made me so high on sexual ecstasy that I became a sobbing mess. The last orgasm practically sent me to sleep.

I looked around for a pair of clothes. I found the clothes that Zane had given me on the previous night and quickly put them on. In an instant, I was heading towards the kitchen.

"Zane?" I called out, but I got no reply. After looking around the house, I realized that he was not inside. I frowned, heading towards the kitchen. I stopped at the fridge, seeing a gray note plastered on the reflective surface.

There are milk and eggs in the fridge if you want to eat anything.

    Zane.

I was so confused and hurt. Didn't he say he loved me? Why was he not in the house, and why did he seem to be avoiding me?

Because you never said it back you idiot.

I widened my eyes before I quickly exited Zane's home.

I returned to my home to take a shower, get dressed and eat before going to see Zane. 

Just as I was almost done with my breakfast, Ashley made an appearance. I told her what had happened with Zane. I also told her about his love confession, and she practically had me rushing to go see him. After the talk and the preparations that lasted for about three hours, Ashley and I left my house and headed our separate ways.

I had no idea why, but I felt nervous. It seemed so simple. Zane was in love with me, and I was in love with him. What was there to be nervous about?

With a sigh, I continued my walk towards the school. Luck was on my side for it was a clear day.

About twenty minutes later, I was standing in front of Zane's class. Most of the students in the school had already left. I didn't bother to know why, especially since I had to deal with an important issue.

I took deep breaths to calm the nerves that were trying to jump out of me. I then proceeded to knock on the door.

The door slowly opened, revealing an emotionless Zane. His eyes slightly shot up, surprised to see me. I turned my attention away from him, looking at the empty class behind him. Then I turned my attention back to him.

Unexpectedly, tears had started to form in my eyes.

I couldn't believe I was going to do it. I wanted it to be real. Despite the talk I had with Ashley, I was still worried about Zane's love confession. I didn't want it to be fake; I wouldn't know how to handle that.

"Emery?" Zane questioned in concern. I directed my gaze to the floor. A short while later, I looked back at Zane. I hoped what I planned to say would be reciprocated.

"I love you too," I replied, wiping the tears that had were streaking down my face. Zane's lips parted as he stared at me in shock.

Oh no. Was I wrong?

My heart clenched, and I was close to sobbing out loud.

"Say it again," Zane said, surprising me. His eyes seemed to be getting glossy, and a smile was threatening to break onto his face.

I couldn't help but hope. Could it be?

"I love you, Zane Marsh," I spoke again. Zane walked the few footsteps between us, wrapped his arms around my form and kissed me.

It caught me by surprise. I felt as if a thousand pterodactyls were flying around my stomach, threatening to burst out. Zane pressed me closer to him, never breaking the kiss and pouring out every emotion he felt for me. I finally settled and poured out my love for him in the kiss, and my heart was soon calm.

I could no longer worry about my feelings for Zane. He was mine, as much as I was his.

"I love you, Emery Davis," Zane said as he stared at me with a smile before directing his lips onto mine again.

 

Chapter 25B

 

Third persons POV

Emery was happy that Zane was in love with her. After spending time eating lunch outside, Zane drove Emery to his home. Some minutes later, the two of them had arrived. Zane laughed at something Emery said, grabbing her hand and leading them inside.

"What do you want to do?" Emery asked once she and Zane were inside. Zane was locking the door when Emery spoke. With a smirk, he slowly walked towards her. Emery shrieked as Zane wrapped his arms around her, lifting her before twirling them on the floor.

"Zane!" Emery yelled her new boyfriend's name, clutching hard onto his shoulders with her heart beating fast at the possibility of being dropped. Zane just laughed, tightening his hold on Emery. He then pushed Emery to the wall beside them. With a smile, he moved to place a gentle kiss on Emery's lips. A jolt of electricity was felt between them at the contact. Zane almost shuddered at the arousal that threatened to take over his form.

"You love me," he said, giving Emery another peck. He tried to look affectionate, but his erection was slowly rising, and his brown orbs darkened with desire.

"I love you," Emery replied, kissing Zane back. Zane couldn't believe what had transpired in the last hours. It wasn't a dream. He was happy that Emery loved him. He at first felt undeserving of her, but when he made love to her and saw how responsive she was to him, he kicked the thought out of the window. Emery belonged to him, and he wasn't going to let anyone or any thought convince him otherwise ever again.

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