Chapter 88: Making Love? 1
Clara
Ethan does not move away, after saying those words, he continues to look at me as if he needed to make sure that I am still here, in front of him, listening to him. Flis hands remain on my body. firm but careful… if he was still afraid of pushing too hard and that all this would break.
The candle behind us flickers softly.
The warm light casts shadows on his face and makes his eyes shine even brighter. I can clearly see the moisture that accumulates in them, that regret that doesn’t seem faked.
My breathing is slow… but my heart doesn’t. It beats hard inside my chest.
Ethan leans his face a little closer to mine, the movement is slow, almost hesitant. And then I feel it, the
touch.
His lips barely touch mine, it’s such a soft touch that it could disappear at any mornent. But my body reacts before my mind does, I close my eyes. It’s an instinct.
Something deep, automatic… As if my heart remembers this place even after all the time we spent apart.
His lips stay there for a second, then press a little more against mine.
A kiss, soft, slow. But enough for something inside my chest to shake hard.
I feel a kind of heat spread through my body, a shudder that starts right in the center of my chest and
spreads into my arms.
Ethan lightly squeezes his hand on my waist. And then it brings me closer to him.
Much more.
Our bodies stick together completely and I feel the moisture of their clothes go through the fabric of mine again, cold from the rain… but strangely comforting now.
His other hand is still behind the back of my neck, his fingers slipping a little through my hair as he deepens the kiss. It is no longer just a touch. Now we’re kissing.
I still have my eyes closed.
My hands, which at first were suspended not knowing where to go, finally find their place against his chest. I can feel his irregular breathing under my fingers, his heartbeat pounding.
The kiss is still soft, but every second it becomes a little more intense.
Ethan’s lips move more confidently over mine, as if the initial fear is slowly disappearing.
His hands move too, the one on my waist slowly climbs up my back, brushing my side, my waist, until it stops a little higher.
The rottaut is firm, warm, safe. And Mealize something that surprises me
tam calm, in his arms. There’s no tension, there’s not the distance I thought I’d feel if something like this ever happened between as again.
There’s just one strange feeling… family. Ethan brings me closer to him again as the kiss deepens.
Their lips open slightly and the kiss changes, it becomes more intense, more loaded with everything that
neither of them has said out loud.
I feel his fingers travel up my back to my neck. Then to the nape of my neck. And finally, they disappear
into my hair, gently cupping my head as he continues kissing me.
His tongue brushes my lips carefully, begging for entry. The world around me seems to disappear completely. The rain continues to fall outside, the thunder continues to rumble in the distance.
But all that becomes distant. Very distant.
Because the only thing I feel now… It’s his lips against mine, his hands holding me as if he really feared losing me again.
And for a moment… just a moment… My heart stops remembering why I left.
His lips leave mine slowly, as if he had a hard time separating. For a moment I think that the kiss is over, that that fragile moment between us will be broken… But then I feel his breath close to my skin.
Ethan barely lowers his face and his lips meet my neck. A shudder runs through my entire body.
I close my eyes without thinking, because what I feel is too intense to face with my eyes open. His mouth brushes my skin gently first, just a warm touch that makes me inhale deeply. Then his lips stay there, pressing with a slowness that disarms me.
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