[The Legacy Series] REDAMANCY - Love's Timeless Path

49th Note

Content Warning / Trigger Warning:
This scene contains implicit sexual content, emotional vulnerability, and intimate physical affection. It also touches on themes of longing, romantic attachment, and regret. Reader discretion is advised.

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Some years ago, Jakarta

I remember that it was a rainy night, and his apartment felt warmer  than usual. My eyes couldn't leave the window, which printed small dots  of raindrops. Honestly, I never liked rain. It wasn't that I didn't  appreciate the good fortune that God had bestowed upon me—well, rain was  always associated with good fortune. But rain has always been my least  favorite weather. The way it dampens everything, leaving a soggy mess in  its wake, never appealed to me.

"It's raining again, isn't it?"  The soft voice reached my ears, giving me the warmth that I always long  for, yet I didn't know when it started.

I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from the mesmerizing rain.

"I know you're not fond of rain," He remarked gently, his eyes full of understanding.

A chuckle escaped me; it was always heartwarming when he remembered the smallest details about me. "I don't hate it, it's just never been my favorite."

"Have you had a bad experience when it rained?"

I shook my head. "Not really."

"If you don't like rainy days, you can just overwrite the bad memory with a good one."

He  rubbed my face slowly, letting the warmth in his hand spread slowly to  my cheek. Despite my aversion to rain, there was something about his  smile that made me forget my reservations.

Suddenly, he chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Why?" I asked, intrigued.

"It's  nothing; I just imagined that tomorrow, if we grow old together, we  will fall asleep together, and you will still be next to me when I wake  up." His eyes looked at me intently. "I couldn't be more excited."

A warmth spread through my chest at his words. "You're quite the romantic, aren't you?" I teased, a smile playing on my lips.

He chuckled again.

"Well,  maybe I am." His pair of hazel eyes stared at me. He was silent for a  moment before speaking again. "I want to ask something; it might sound a  bit stupid, but I'm curious." He rubbed his chin briefly.

Curious, I tilted my head. "What is it?"

As we sat there, wrapped in our own little world, he leaned in and gently kissed my lips.

"Am I your first for everything?" he whispered softly, his eyes searching mine.

I couldn't find the words to respond, my heart fluttering at the intensity of his gaze.

Was it because I was too nervous? Because of him?

Just  like how butterflies fluttered in my stomach, the words that filled my  mind disappeared as soon as our lips touched for the second time. The  rain continued its symphony outside, a backdrop to our shared moment of  intimacy.

I couldn't remember anything. And that night, I knew  something was going to happen. Something that might be the thing I regret the most or might even make me the happiest person on this earth.

And when his tongue entered my mouth, became intertwined with mine, it felt as if all the butterflies inside me were set free.

Just  when I was having a hard time coming to my senses from the overwhelming  kiss, I felt his finger. The numbness in my hands and feet crept as  soon as he brushed his fingers, moving to my legs.