Unconditional

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Hollies pov:

God I may as well dig myself a grave.

As they walk away, Aleksander just kisses me again. I can't do anything but kiss him back.

"I am so sorry," I mumble into his lips. "I don't know what that was all about."

"Who's the girl?" He questions, disregarding my apology.

"No idea. Probably his new girl toy." I claim.

"Hey, they're gone now. So you don't need to worry. You've already gotten it out of the way." He smiles at me. Somehow it calms me down.

"Let's just keep walking?" I question. He spins me around, my hand in his, and we walk across the beach.
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I lay down on the king size bed. Only a sliver of the sun if left, barely lighting the room. Aleksander is showering, while I feed West.

I hate how big he's gotten. He's already three months old. I could have sworn it was just yesterday August and I were just first holding him in our arms. In absolute awe of the human being we created.

It's nearly been a year since we found out. In two weeks, it will be. God, so much has changed. For the good. For the bad.

This feeling, is one I hate. Reminiscing on the past.

But the past is better than right now.

August and I were still on good terms. Nothing had went wrong, minus the fact that we had drunk sex on the night of Jayce and Ellie's wedding.

I hate to admit it, but I wanted it. I so desperately wanted to feel Augusts hands on me, and more than just as friends. I wanted him to love me, as much as I love him. Hell, I had a crush on him since the first day we met. He was so nice to me. But he was a senior. Me, a freshman. That's already such a big no, not to mention that he's my brothers friend.

I want to text him. I want to make things okay.

No. I want to make these things stop happening.

I lay West in the crib. He's fast asleep.

Aleksander comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around me.

"Jesus Christ you are soaked!" I giggle, turning towards him. My stomach fills with butterflies, and I try to keep my eyes up.

"Considering I just took a shower, it would make sense. Don't you think?" He smirks.

"Aleksander Vos, I fucking hate you." I smile.

"You know you don't mean that doll." He pulls me closer to him by my hips. My hand sits on his bare chest.

"That's true, I don't." I say, as he kisses my neck. "Why don't you get some clothes on, and then we can talk." I smile. He rolls his eyes, and plants a kiss on my cheek.