Becca had left Ethan's apartment in her ride-share a little over two hours ago. Her head was still dizzy from their kiss - their first kiss in months. A kiss Ethan Ramsey initiated. She felt high and completely weightless, like she was dancing through the evening on a cloud and no amount of darkness could bring her down. Becca wasn't dreaming; if his actions told her anything it's that Ethan still feels something for her and all these months of waiting and tiptoeing were all worth it for a few moments of unsullied bliss.
After her shower and settling into her bed for the evening with the biggest grin still plastered on her face. Becca unlocked her phone to look at the candid picture she had taken earlier of Ethan standing in front of his stove with the dish towel draped over his shoulder and the smile from her 'heat' joke still present on his lips. It was a snapshot of a happier Ethan, of a happier life they pretended to have for a few sacred moments. With her teeth digging into her swollen lip, and against her better judgment, she texted him.
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She wanted to make a joke and then bring up the kiss, but knew better. She knew savoring the moment was a luxury she needed to afford because one wrong move and he'd be gone to her again. Becca wanted to hold onto this sliver of clarity for as long as possible.
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They sent the next message at the same time;
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