Fate || BENNIFER

Fate Is A Tricky Concept

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Recommendation: Listen to Clarity (acoustic version) by Foxes.
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Jennifer's P.O.V

I had been waiting for the perfect moment to have a conversation with him, but such moment doesn't exist, it never comes. But at some point, life won't give you another choice but to find the moment. The kids weren't home, and it was too late for the paparazzi to be stalking around, so I assumed that was the perfect moment I needed.

He didn't expect my text, and I didn't expect to text him, but at this point, I couldn't regret my choice, any of them.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the bell, and my body stiffened with every step I took towards the door. He wasn't some stranger I had been casually dating, he had been the love of my life, perhaps he still was.

"Hi." He was the first to talk with a smile on his face.

His clothes were soaked. It was pouring outside, but I hadn't realized before opening the door. I wanted to offer him a blanket, dry clothes, maybe hug him.

"Hi." I replied in a low voice. "Please, come in."

I stepped aside to let him in and I closed the door. He walked to the living room and I followed him, awkwardly waiting for him to turn around. Luckily, the storm was now loud enough to conceal the sound of my heavy breathing.

"You've always had good taste decorating houses." He said looking around.

"Do you wanna sit?" I asked pointing to the couch.

"I'm good." He answered putting his hands in his pockets.

"Can I offer you a blanket? A sweatshirt?" I asked, feeling guilty for the moment I had chosen to make him come over.

"Yeah... maybe I should take this off before I catch a cold." He answered pretending a shiver.

"Give me a second. I'll be right back." And that was my first smile since I had opened the door.

I walked upstairs, but I stopped midway to watch him for a second. He was distracted looking somewhere else, so he didn't realize. When I came back with an old sweatshirt I had saved, he had already pulled off his jacket and jersey.

"Here" I said handing it to him and taking the wet clothes from his hands to put them away.

"Thank you." He said once he had put it on. His expression was shyer than usual, but so was mine.

"It's the least I can do. I brought you here." I said getting us straight into an awkward silence.

"I know why I'm here." He said with vague urgency, taking a step forward.

"Of course you do." I said in a sarcastic tone.

"She saw me walking out of the restroom after you." He confessed.

"So... who's really filing for divorce, you or her?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Is it really that important?" He approached me, his hands meeting my body to uncross my arms.

"Yes." My voice was barely audible.

A shiver ran through my body the moment his palm landed on my face, and I knew he had felt it.

"I did." He wrapped his arms around me to bring me into his embrace. "She had something to do with that tabloid. I'm sorry." His chin gently leaning on my head.

The sound of thunder crashing was wild, and the lighting could be seen from any part of the house. The road in front of the entrance had become a river, and no cars could be seen anywhere near. It didn't look like stopping, and thinking about leaving was crazy at the moment. It was too dangerous for anyone to be outside during a storm like that.

"I guess I'm stuck here." He said with one of his hands in his pocket.

"Why are you smiling?" I asked, a slight smile on my face.

"The company could be worse." He answered, caressing my back with the palm of his hand as we stood in front of the window.

"Did you have dinner before coming?" I asked.

"Why does that sound like a date?" He said in a funny tone.

"I'm just trying to be polite." I said rolling my eyes.

"Well... now that you mention it... I could eat something." He said.

"Let's see what we can find." I said as I turned around.

I would lie if I said I didn't realize the way he looked at me. Could it really be that I was smitten with him? After all that time.

"Aren't you joining me?" He asked as I sat at the kitchen island in front of him.

"I'm not hungry. But enjoy yourself." I said resting my head on my hands.

"What?" He asked with a shy smile.

"Nothing." I answered hiding a smile.

"So this is not a date, mmh?" He said in a teasing tone.

"No." I said dragging the "o" in a funny way.

"We used to have good dates. And I don't mean what's been going on lately, but back in the day." He said reaching for my hand on the island.

Something about that felt weird, the way he held my hand so delicately, as if he was afraid to hurt me. But it felt right to feel him that way, his tender side, a side I hadn't seen in so long. My thumb gently caressed his skin.

Outside, the storm raged, its intensity mirroring the growing tension between us. In a surge of passion, we leaned forward, our lips meeting in a fervent kiss. We were surrendering, our emotions spilling over. The magnetic pull between us made it difficult to break apart, so Ben circled the island, drawing irresistibly to my side.

He scooped me up into his arms, carrying me effortlessly towards the couch, then he laid me down gently, our eyes locking. Under the cover of the storm's symphony, we hurriedly undressed each other, our clothes falling away as love and desire found their way back to our souls.

Fate is a tricky concept. It was as if the universe itself had conspired to bring us together, aligning our lives in ways that are beyond our comprehension. The smallest details, the most inconsequential of choices, all play a part in shaping our journey, but always leading us inexorably towards each other.