A Few Steps To Your Heart

Chapter 40

A few sessions had already begun to alter Gavin's mood. However, upon returning to his home, Georgia discovered him gazing at the invitation from his ex-fiancée. She decided to fetch some wine, thinking that a little alcohol might be in order. Upon her return with the wine and glasses, Gavin greeted her with a smile and a nod. She uncorked the bottle and poured them each a glass. Their closeness had been steadily increasing, and when she settled beside him on the couch, he reached for her legs, gently draping them over his own.

"Maybe you should consider attending," she suggested, but noticed him shaking his head.

"What good would that do?" he whispered. "I don't think I want to face all those people. Many of them would be my old friends, and I have no interest in letting them see me this way."

Georgia reached out and took hold of the small letter. "It's a year away. Perhaps things will have changed for you by then."

"It could take years before I even feel a slight change."

"But perhaps that change could make a significant difference," she offered as a source of comfort.

He picked up the invitation and began to place his glass down, fully intending to tear it up. However, Georgia immediately protested with a resounding "no!" as she held the invitation away from him. She placed her own glass on the table and gently took the invitation from his hand.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Tearing it up."

"Don't do that!" she scolded, holding it out of his reach.

"Come on, Georgia, that wedding won't do me any good."

"You can't be certain of that. You still have a few months before you need to RSVP. Just wait," she urged.

"Why is this so important to you?" he asked, his tone defensive.

"Perhaps because I believe it could help."

"Seeing my former fiancé pledge her love and loyalty to someone else? My best friend?" he questioned incredulously.

"I know it sounds unconventional, but sometimes we need to confront those difficult moments to truly find freedom."

"Does this mean you're going back to your old school?" he countered.

"Um..."

"See? You're not keen on facing your past either, yet you insist that I confront mine?"

"I was just suggesting—"

"I should go congratulate my friend for being with my former girlfriend?" he retorted.

"No!"

"Seems like that's what you're implying," he said, taking a sip from his wine glass.

"I'm sorry. You're right. It's your decision," she murmured, handing him the invitation. Gavin was taken aback by her concession, but he accepted the invitation without further attempts to destroy it.

"You gave in rather quickly. Last time, you put up quite a fight," he remarked, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, so running around your house shouting was a bit over the top, but I had a good reason for that," she reminded him.

"Yes, how are you feeling?"

"Maybe a little better. I'm in close contact with my doctors, keeping an eye on things to make sure my sickness doesn't get worse."

"That's good," he said, stroking his hand over her thigh, sending tingles through her body with his touch.

Gavin noticed the way she watched his hand and smiled, savoring her response. He continued to run his hand higher, teasing her as he approached her most intimate area. She shifted slightly, parting her legs a bit further, yet he didn't caress her through her pants. He kept teasing her, noting how her eyes widened with lust.

"That's very cruel," she whispered teasingly.

"What?"

"Touching me while we're having a serious talk," she informed him.

"Sometimes we need a distraction, don't you think?" he teased.

As they spent more and more time together, Gavin's desires for her didn't diminish. They seemed to intensify. He was rediscovering his old self and his attraction to Georgia was undeniable. He yearned to make her lose control, to see her without her clothes, to give her the pleasure he craved to provide. He set his glass aside once more, then moved closer, pressing his hands into the couch to shift himself. Georgia observed him approaching and slid further down the couch to accommodate him. He moved over her, his gaze locked on her, and she whispered, "As I said, cruel," making him chuckle.

"I'm just making better use of our time than discussing my ex."

"We still haven't had the 'ex talk'," she teased.

"Maybe we should just leave them in the past and focus on the present?" he suggested.

"I like that."

He leaned in to kiss her, drawing out a sweet moan. She was wearing a blouse secured by a single button at the front this time, and he was eager to explore more of her. He unfastened the button and pushed her blouse open, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. His heart raced, his body yearning for a more profound reaction, but for now, this was enough. He leaned down, kissing her neck, trailing lower until his mouth found her nipple. He suckled on it, teased the sensitive nub with his tongue, relishing in the sweet sounds escaping her lips. He gently kneaded the other breast, continuing to delight in the sensitivity of her flesh, reviving the sensation of touching another person. He sucked a little harder on her nipple before moving to the other, eliciting whimpers and moans from her trembling lips.

His hand slid lower, opening her pants with meticulous care, making sure she could stop him at any moment. Yet, when she ran her fingers through his hair and pressed him closer, he ventured further, slipping his hand into her pants and underwear. A pleasurable gasp escaped her as he found her clit, caressing it leisurely, igniting her body with pleasure.

"Shit," she whispered, as he found a rhythm that resonated with her.

He continued to work her this way, her cries growing louder in response. It fueled his desire, and he quickened the pace until she cried out, experiencing the intense pleasure he was bestowing upon her.

"Gavin!" she called out in the throes of ecstasy, leaving him dizzy with longing. He yearned to take her next, but his disability prevented it. Still, the satisfaction of knowing he could please a woman coursed through him. He moved up, kissing her lips as he continued to play with her, eager to coax a second orgasm from her.

"Oh, please don't stop," she pleaded.

He smiled, reveling in her enthusiastic response, and continued his deliberate strokes, driving her to another shuddering climax.

"A distraction was exactly what we needed," he teased, making her chuckle before their lips met again.