Chapter 88: Making Love? 2
His arms continue to wrap around me Nightly. One hand remains firmly on my waist, holding me against as if afraid I would drift away. But !
him, while the other is still on the back of my neck, entwined in my hals, a am not moving away, on the contrary. My body relaxes against his in a way I didn’t remember I could feel. The rain is still falling outside, I hear the distant tapping against the windows, but all that is starting to disappear.
There’s only Ethan’s warmth, his chest pounding against mine, and his lips moving slowly over my neck.
His breath is warm against my wet skin, and every time his lips slide a little lower I feel something strange expand inside me… something soft, deep, as if a door that had been closed for a long time was beginning to open.
My hands, which were stiff between us at first, end up clinging to his soaked shirt. The cloth is cold from
the rain, but underneath it his body is warm.
Real, present. And for the first time in a long time I’m not thinking about the past.
I’m not thinking about the pain, or the night I left. Not even in the words that broke us.
All of that becomes blurry, because right now it’s just him and me.
Ethan slides his lips down my neck again and a small sigh escapes my throat before I can stop him. My forehead falls against his shoulder as I feel him hug me a little tighter, as if that sound confirms that I’m still here. That I’m not going to disappear.
And something inside me… just gives up.
For a moment I stop fighting with myself. I stop remembering, I stop thinking. I’m just Clara.
And I’m in Ethan’s arms.
My breathing becomes irregular without me being able to help it.


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