His Forgotten Ex- Wife

Chapter 8

Amelia

The air between us was charged with unspoken words and emotions that lingered like a delicate dance of uncertainty. As the car pulled into the familiar driveway, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief mixed with uncertainty. 

Home, once a haven of comfort, now felt like uncharted territory.

Karl and I stepped out in the cool evening breeze that carried a hint of anticipation. He looked around as if something was interesting in the driveway. Yet when I started to walk towards the front door I could feel eyes on me. As I stood in front of the door I could see his eyes on me in the reflection of the glass. 

However, when I turned to look at him, his face had already turned towards Edwin.

"Karl," I called out making him look at me once again. I liked the way how his eyes looked at me. The dance of our eyes, the anticipation, the sneaky glances just made me want us more.

"I don't have the keys," I told him and for a minute he just stared at me. "Keys Karl," his eyes didn't waiver from me and I desired that. Deep down I wanted those eyes on me. With every step he took towards me my heartbeat picked its pace. It was just our eyes talking, his gaze pinning me where I was. No words were spoken, not a sound as the distance between us diminished and we were almost in each other's personal space.

"Let me," his words were nothing more than a whisper as he took out the keys from his pocket and unlocked the gate. When he leaned down to put the keys in the lock I could almost touch him. For a second I even did before I took a step back.

My breaths came out shallow as he took a step back after unlocking the door. We both still stared at each other as if the time had stopped and we were lost in the moment.

"Sir," Edwin's voice drew us back to the reality. Our eyes moved to him as he stood there holding our bags. "May I," he added pointing towards the bag. I could feel my face turning hot, I had no what shade of red graced my cheeks.

 The front door creaked open, as we entered, a quiet acknowledgment of the unspoken agreement that something had shifted between us. Edwin brought in our bags leaving them near the door bidding us goodbye.

As we inside the house, somehow the interior of house seemed both welcoming and daunting. The silence that enveloped us was heavy with unexpressed desires and fears. Love was what he desired from me. The feelings that were hidden were now out in the open, pushing to form a bond, I had been avoiding. Deep down I wanted the same.

The waters were blurry, but I wanted to dive into them for the sake of brooding feelings that had been growing between us. We lived in the same house; how could I avoid something like this, especially his confession?

"Karl," his name rolled off my lips in a whisper making him halt in his steps.

This conversation needed to happen between us. I needed to tell him how I felt too. How I grew hot thinking about him? How he wasn't the only one affected.

Karl turned towards me, his gaze a mix of anticipation and curiosity. His eyes, usually so confident, had a hint of vulnerability. The air between us seemed charged with unspoken words, and the weight of our unacknowledged feelings hung in the silence.

"I want to," my voice steady but a trace of nervousness. could still be heard. The confession hung in the air, waiting for the right moment to unravel fully.

He waited, seemingly holding his breath, giving me the space to gather my thoughts. The night was still, and the quiet hum of the surroundings just added to the tension.

"I want to," I began again, searching for the right words to convey the depth of how I felt.

"I want to talk about it, Karl," I finally said, breaking the tension."How about the living room?" He nodded, his expression full of anticipation and nervousness. We walked towards the living room, side by side, the distance between us slowly diminishing.

The familiar surroundings felt both comforting and suffocating at the same time. We sat down on opposite ends of the sofa, the space between us mirroring the emotional distance we had been trying to navigate.

"Karl, I've been struggling with my feelings too," I began, choosing my words carefully. "It's not that I don't reciprocate the ones you have," I paused.  "but it just feels so... complicated."

"Amelia, I... I didn't mean to make things complicated," Karl replied and I could see panic in his eyes.

"No, Karl, it's not what you thinking," I interrupted, my gaze fixed on him. "It's just that... I feel the same but it same so complicated."

The eyes that were filled with panic, now held hope in them. "Complicated how?" he asked, his voice soft.

I took a deep breath, trying to organize my thoughts as my heartbeat picked its pace. "I've built these walls around myself, Karl. Opening up and allowing someone in, especially in this way, is something I never thought I'd entertain ever again."

Karl's eyes never left mine as he listened to me carefully.

"I've been feeling the same way," I admitted, the weight of the confession lifting off my chest. "But, Karl, we can't ignore the fact that we've been friends and partners for so long. What if this changes everything?"

"What if it doesn't change everything? What if it makes everything better?" His words made me feel a mix of fear and excitement yet the vulnerability in his eyes mirrored my own.

"Amelia, I've thought about us and I care about you deeply," he moved a little closer to me. "More than just as a friend or a partner," he paused. "I've been afraid to admit it to myself, let alone say it out loud. But what we have is too strong to ignore."

"You have no idea how scared I felt when I confessed my feelings for you," he said shifting closer on the sofa.  "I too had built such walls around me but yet you had broken all of them for me just with your presence and company,"  Karl's hand reached for mine.

A vulnerable smile played on his lips. "You just admitting feeling the same is enough for me. You've no idea how long I have waited to hear you say that," he confessed.

"I don't want to rush into anything, Karl," I continued, "We need to be sure about this but I can't deny the connection between us."

" The risk of losing our friendship if this doesn't work out scares me," I whispered. He nodded in understanding, squeezing my hand gently. 

"I don't want to lose you either, Amelia. How about we take it slow, figuring things out together." I nodded in agreement.

As we sat there on the sofa, the weight of unspoken emotions lifted. We both knew that this was a delicate situation, but the connection between us was undeniable.

"I appreciate your honesty," Karl said, his eyes full of love and hope. "Let's talk more tomorrow, okay?"

I smiled "Yeah, tomorrow." Deep down I felt excited about what tomorrow would bring. What this new beginning of ours will lead to? 

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