Unconditional

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Augusts pov:

Well shit.

I cant not pretend that I don't still love Hollie. That I'm okay if she moves on. I know we broke up, and those words still kill me, but she's mine.

I've always loved her. Every. Single. Part. Of. Her.

And god her being a mother, makes her even more attractive. I love Hollie, and I don't think I'll ever stop.

Since I first laid eyes on her, I loved her. Even if Jayce always told me to stay away from her, I would let my thoughts roam.

The first time I got a taste of her, Her lips against mine, our bodies against each other, was what I had craved for since I first saw her.

I would never tell Hollie, but when we hooked up, on the night of Jayces wedding, I remembered.

I remembered everything.

I remember getting home, Hollie being all over me. Her hands roaming my body, her lips pressed against mine. Her legs straddling my waist, her hands unbuttoning my shirt. She was so sloppy, but I had waited for it for so long.

We weren't in the right state of mind. Both almost black out drunk. But I remember. It's all so blurry, but she is the only thing that sticks out.

I constantly yearn for more. It takes everything in my to not kiss her ever time I see her. I want to taste her again. I want us to be intimate with each other.

Whatever we had before I left, I want back.

"You've been awfully quiet since Hollie left. What's going on?" Zayne asks me.

"She said she was seeing someone else." I mumble.

It shouldn't hurt this bad.

"It's been a while Aug, you have got to get over it. You can't be stuck on her forever. What about that girl, Selia, you met at the beach a million years ago that you haven't talked to since? She's cute." He says. I think hes trying to be helpful, but it's not. I want to punch him. My fists fight to release some anger.

"Don't," I sharply say. "Don't tell me to get over her. I already fucking know."