1,2,3 And.. Love! (GXG)

Chapter 19

Zoya's POV

I found myself transported out of my own body, as if my mind was unable to fully comprehend the electric current flowing through my veins. It was as if I was on overdrive, while her hand firmly pressed against the back of my neck. Her lips were unyielding, not for a moment slowing down in their relentless pursuit. I couldn't even process the idea of us kissing but she took charge, exuding confidence and a demanding presence.

In a daze, I surrendered to her lead as she explored my lips. Her tongue never left her mouth, as if she savored every sensation my lips offered without disclosing her entire desire. But deep down, I wanted her to go further, to embrace the passion that she caused to simmer in me. If this fleeting moment was to be the first and last taste of her, I was willing to dismantle the barriers that had guarded my heart and bear any pain that might follow.

Just as I dared to part my lips, silently urging her on, she suddenly stopped. Her lips left mine, and my heart ached with the possibility that this might be the end. She rested her forehead against mine, and a sense of desperation overcame me. I shook my head, a silent protest escaping my lips. Deep down, I knew that whatever was to come next, I wouldn't be happy with.

"Oli, please, no," I choked out, my hand instinctively reaching out and gripping her shirt, desperately trying to pull her closer.

"Zoya," she whispered, her hand leaving the back of my neck and gently caressing my cheek with the back of her hand.

"Don't, please," I pleaded, squeezing my eyes shut as if hoping to block out any words that would confirm this as a mistake.

"What are we doing?" she breathed out, her lips pressing against the corner of mine.

I couldn't respond, unsure of what exactly we were doing and not wanting to overthink it. All I knew was that I wanted her lips back on mine, and I didn't want to return to the life that awaited us outside.

"My husband is waiting for me inside, Zoya," she said with a deep sigh, attempting to pull away, but I kept my hand tightly gripped to her shirt.

"Oli," I pleaded, my words filled with uncertainty as I wasn't entirely sure what I was asking her to do. Deep down, I knew she was right.

"I've never felt this way kissing someone before," she sighed, cupping my cheek and running her thumb over my lips.

"Kiss me again," I found myself saying, fully aware that I had no right to ask.

She seemed on the verge of saying something but instead leaned in and briefly pressed her lips back against mine.

"Did I ever tell you that your eyes resemble a forest on fire?" she chuckled, lightening the mood.

"Do they?" I giggled, momentarily distracted but soon realizing that tears were streaming down my face.

"Your lipstick is smudged," I whispered, touching the corner of her lip.

"Great, now that's not suspicious at all," she shook her head, and I gently attempted to fix it for her.

"What do we do now?" she asked, a hint of concern lacing her voice.

"I don't think we can discuss this here or now," I replied, letting go of her shirt and sitting back upright, realizing that I shouldn't expect another kiss from her.

"Fuck, Zoya," she sighed, frustration evident as she rested her head in her hands.

"Oli, just please promise me you won't freak out and disappear on me. That would shatter me. I'm not expecting anything from you, but please don't be an asshole about it. At least grant me that," I pleaded, my voice cracking as I fought back tears.