Leah knew this was wrong.
Every time she kissed him, thought of him, even looked at him, she knew deep down that this was all wrong.
As she curled into his arms once again breathing in his earthy, woody, natural scent and running her hands over his chest, as if memorizing every curve and delve in his well-sculpted abs, she could feel that this wasn't meant to be.
They had both been broken beyond repair and they were simply each others support system.
Jacob pulled her chin up to plant a smoldering kiss on her lips and she knew he didn't love her. He knew that she didn't love him. At least for the right reasons.
The only thing the two thought in common was one thing.
Neither of them cared.