The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 105

Chapter 83: It’s Not the End of Our Story–1

Clara

The first second of the kiss’steals my breath. Not because I don’t remember it. But because I remember it all too well,

My heart begins to beat with an absurd force inside my chest, as if I had just started running. I feel Ethan’s warmth so close, his body in front of mine, his firm hand on my waist bringing me a little closer.

His lips gently suck mine. And my mind… it just goes blank.

For a moment I try to remember all the reasons why I should step aside. All the reasons I repeated for two years to keep my distance, not to allow him to cross that invisible border between us again.

But my body isn’t listening to those reasons, my body recognizes it.

It remembers it.

My hands rest on his chest almost instinctively. The fabric of his shirt is warm under my fingers and I end up holding on a little, as if I need to hold on to something so I don’t lose my balance.

Because the kiss changes. Start soft… Almost prudent.

But after a few seconds… it gets deeper.

More intense.

I shouldn’t have come here, I thought, as I longed for that kiss.

His lips move more confidently over mine and I feel his breath mingle with mine. My heart beats so fast

that I wonder if he can feel it too.

Ethan always kissed like that. As if every kiss was important, as if he wasn’t in a hurry. But he doesn’t want to stop either.

His fingers press a little more against my waist and my body reacts immediately to that touch. A warm current rises from my stomach to my chest.

I close my eyes. And for a moment everything disappears, the office. The distant noise of the city.

The past… There is only this instant.

The slow movement of his lips over mine, the warmth of his body so close.

The way my breathing becomes irregular.

I feel his lips reach mine again, this time a little hungrier. And instead of turning away… I respond.

My fingers tighten a little more in his shirt, as if I’m holding on. As if I’m afraid that if I let go, this moment will shatter.

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The kiss becomes more intense, deeper. And when his lips suck mine again, I feel that I am short of breath.

But neither of them separates,

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His hand on my waist brings me closer to him and my body responds without asking permission. I feel the warmth he gives off, the firmness of his chest against my hands. My mind is trying to tell me something. Something prudent, something logical. But my heart is making too much noise, beating hard.

Too much. And then Ethan does something small that completely disarms me.

His thumb brushes my side in a slow motion.

A gesture so simple, so familiar. That a memory crosses my mind like lightning, how many times did he hold me like this.

How many times did he kiss me like this when it was still us, when there were no wounds between the two of us.

The air becomes increasingly scarce and in the end I have to barely move away. Just a few centimeters. Enough to breathe.

My lips still touch his when I open my eyes. Ethan is looking at me very closely.

His dark eyes have that intensity that always disarmed me.

His breathing is also altered, for a moment neither says anything. We just look at each other.

And in that silence I feel something that I did not expect to feel so soon.

Fear.

Not fear of him, fear of what this means. ‘Cause my heart… is reacting.

Really.

I swallow slowly while my hand is still resting on his chest. I feel his heartbeat too. Fast strong. Just like

mine.

My voice comes out softer than I expected.

“This… That’s exactly what scares me.”

My words are suspended between us. I don’t turn away… But I don’t get close either.

My fingers are still clinging to his shirt, as if my body refuses to move away completely.

I look up into his eyes again.

“Because when you get so close…” I whisper.

I take a deep breath.

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Chapter 83: It’s Not the End of Our Story.–2

And saying that out loud shakes me more than I expected. Because it is the truth.

A dangerous truth, a truth that can change everything.

Ethan is still holding my face in his hands.

His fingers are warm against my cheeks and his breathing is still agitated, just like mine.

We stare at each other for a few seconds that seem longer than they really are.

His eyes sweep over my face as if trying to memorize every detail.

Then he speaks.

“I’m not the same.”

He says it with a seriousness that makes me lower my gaze almost immediately.

Not because I don’t want to believe him. But because part of me… he does want to.

My eyes fall to his chest while his hands still hold my face. I swallow slowly before resporiding.

“It’s a shame you reacted…” I murmured with a small exhalation, “or woke up… or realized what you had next to you when you saw me with someone else.”

The sentence comes out softer than I expected, but I still feel the weight of those words in the air

between us.

When I look up again, I see Ethan’s brow furrow.

His expression becomes intense. Almost stubborn.

“Blessed be the moment,” he says in a low voice.

His fingers barely tightened on my cheeks.

“Blessed be the circumstance that made me see how stupid I was.”

The way he says it disarms me a bit. It doesn’t sound like a man trying to convince me.

It sounds like someone who is telling a truth that they can no longer deny.

For a second no one speaks, and then my phone vibrates.

The sound cuts through the moment like a small inevitable interruption.

I blink and pull my hand away from his chest to take the phone out of my bag.

I look at the screen. She’s my assistant.

I exhale slowly… Reality returning.

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