Zoey's POV 

  I knew it, and he clearly told me his honest, true feelings a few minutes ago.

  But there's this thing about a moth always getting drawn to the fire no matter how scorching hot it seemed.

  That poor moth just wanted to feel the synergy from the fire without getting burnt, so it's gotten addicted to the pain, uncertainty, and risk of getting too close.

  Now I knew I was that moth, and Jake had always been that fire which enticed and tempted me despite how wrong it all seemed.

  Just as wrong as the walls in my core were tightening up only by feeling him this close...