The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 252

© Chapter 178-Eike the First Time

Chapter 178: Like the First Time.

Ethan

Closing the door behind us feels… symbolic. It’s not just wood and metal separating us from the rest of the house. It’s as if everything we left behind-the mistakes, the doubts, the absences-remains on the other side. Here… it’s just Clara and me.

And when she takes another step into the room, Her reaction confirms it. She stops. Her eyes scan the floor… the rose petals that trace a path to the bed. The warm light of the candles flickers softly, enveloping

te, almost unreal atmosphere. The bottle of champagne sits on the table, the

everything in

glasses ar

I see

“E

e, surprised.

ftly. “I wasn’t expecting this…”

eling something I haven’t felt in a long time. Nerves… The good kind, the kind that matter.

slowly, as if each step had to be measured, savored.

her hand and draw her closer. Her skin is warm… familiar… and yet, new. Always new.

everything with you to be special, mur. “Even what we’ve already experienced… I want to do it

hand to her face, carefully supporting her chin, forcing her to look at me.

gain.”

eyes soften, and that… that disarms me. I say nothing more; there’s no need.

lean in and kiss her softly, slowly. As if that first touch were a promise. But she responds… and everything changes, because in that instant, it’s no longer just tenderness, it’s pent-up need. It’s everything we lacked

everything we kept to ourselves… everything we didn’t say.

I feel her move closer to me, her hands moving up my chest, clinging to my shirt. And I can’t help but wrap

my arms around her, pull her close, feel her. Really feel her.

The kiss deepens, there’s no rush… but there’s no distance either. It’s as if we’re both learning again… but

without forgetting.

“Come…” I whispe

She walks w

breathe d

I close

to

m, following the path of petals.

er eyes… I see something that makes me

we stand there, close… too close, but I don’t let go. I don’t want the bottle of champagne. I open it carefully, the crisp pop breaks the glasses, mindful of every small gesture, every detail.

the First

To us,” I say, looking at her.

She raises her glass. “For choosing us again.”

We bump gently, she takes a sip… and I do the same. But it doesn’t last long. Because this time she’s the one who makes the first move, sets her glass aside, and leans closer.

And when her lips return to mine… everything intensifies.

I kiss her again, more firmly, feeling my hand slide down her back, tracing her figure carefully, respectfully… but also with desire. She responds, she always responds. Her hands find my shirt, gliding over the fabric, as if remembering the path. As if they’d never forgotten, and neither had I.

My breathing becomes heavier, but I don’t stop. I lower my lips to her cheek, her jawline… her neck. And I linger there for another second. Because her skin… still has that effect on me. That feeling I can’t explain, that feeling I haven’t found in anyone else.

I close my eyes for a moment, letting the moment wash over me.

“I missed you…” I murmur against her skin. I feel her tremble slightly, and that… confirms I’m not the only

one.

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