The Time Weaver

Part 18 - Butterflies in My Stomach

Entering Eric's dorm, I couldn't help but feel a nervous flutter in my stomach. It was the first time I had been to his place, and while we had spent plenty of time together on campus and in public places, being here felt different—more intimate, more personal.

"Come on in," Eric said, stepping aside to let me into his cozy living room. "Make yourself comfortable. Do you want anything to drink?"

"Um, water would be great, thanks," I replied, trying to suppress the butterflies in my stomach.

As Eric headed towards the kitchen, I took a moment to look around. His apartment was neat and tidy, with shelves lined with books and framed photos on the walls. It felt like a glimpse into his personal space, a side of him I hadn't seen before.

He returned with two glasses of water, handing one to me with a smile. "Here you go."

"Thanks," I said, taking a sip and trying to focus on the assignment we needed to work on. But as Eric sat down beside me on the couch, the proximity between us sparked a different kind of tension.

"We should probably get started on the assignment," Eric said, clearing his throat slightly.

"Yeah, definitely," I replied, setting my glass down and pulling out my notes. We leaned in closer together, our shoulders almost touching as we reviewed the project requirements.

As we discussed our ideas, I found myself drawn to Eric's passion for the subject matter. His eyes lit up as he explained his thoughts, and his enthusiasm was infectious. I couldn't help but smile at how invested he was in our work.

Time seemed to slip away as we brainstormed and outlined our approach. Eric's knee occasionally brushed against mine, sending a jolt of awareness through me that was both thrilling and distracting.

"Hey, Hazel," Eric said softly, interrupting our discussion for a moment. "Can I ask you something?"

I looked up, meeting his gaze. "Sure, what is it?"

He hesitated for a brief moment, as if gathering his thoughts. "I've been thinking... about us."

I held my breath, unsure of where this conversation was headed.

Eric took a deep breath, his expression earnest.  He smiled softly, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "I don't want to rush things, but... I care about you a lot, Hazel."

His words were like a balm to my soul, reassuring and comforting. Without thinking, I reached out and took his hand in mine, our fingers intertwining naturally.

"I care about you too, Eric," I said softly, feeling a surge of emotion welling up inside me.

He leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can I kiss you?"

I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. Closing the distance between us, Eric brushed his lips against mine in a tender kiss that spoke volumes of the connection we shared. It was slow and sweet, filled with unspoken promises and a growing sense of intimacy.

When we finally pulled back, our breaths mingling in the quiet space between us, I couldn't help but smile.

He leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can I kiss you again?"

I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. Eric leaned in slowly, giving me time to meet him halfway. Our lips touched gently at first, a tentative exploration of newfound intimacy. His kiss was tender, a delicate balance of desire and restraint, as if he wanted to savor every moment.

I responded eagerly, my hand finding the back of his neck, drawing him closer. The initial hesitance melted away, replaced by a deepening connection. Eric's fingers traced a gentle path along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, fueled by a mutual hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface.

Lost in the sensation of his touch and the taste of his lips, I pressed myself closer to him, our bodies fitting together as if they were meant to be this close. The warmth of his embrace enveloped me, grounding and electrifying all at once.

As we kissed, time seemed to stand still. The only sounds were the soft rustling of fabric and the quiet, rhythmic beating of our hearts. Each caress and movement spoke volumes, conveying unspoken words of longing and affection.

When we finally pulled back, a shared breathless moment passed between us. Eric rested his forehead against mine, his eyes closed as if trying to memorize the sensation of this moment. I could feel his heartbeat echoing my own, a silent affirmation of the connection we had forged.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Eric whispered, his voice filled with raw emotion.

I smiled, my fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "Me too."

The air around us felt charged with newfound intimacy and a sense of clarity. We sat there, basking in the warmth of each other's presence, no longer just friends or classmates but something more undefined and precious.

"I'm glad we talked," Eric said softly, breaking the silence. "I didn't want to rush things, but I couldn't wait any longer."

I nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude for his honesty and vulnerability. "I'm glad too."

We stayed like that for a while longer, wrapped in a comfortable silence that spoke volumes. There were no more words needed—our actions and the unspoken understanding between us said it all. Uunable to contain the growing desire between us. Eric's lips met mine with a hunger that mirrored my own. Our kisses deepened instantly, fueled by the intensity of our emotions and the magnetic pull drawing us closer together.

With each touch, a surge of electricity coursed through me. Eric's hands explored my back, pulling me closer as if he couldn't get enough of me. I responded eagerly, my fingers threading through his hair, tugging him closer as our bodies pressed together.

The couch became a haven of shared passion and longing. Clothes were shed in a frenzy of desire, discarded to the floor as we sought to feel each other fully, skin against skin. Eric's touch ignited my senses, leaving trails of fire wherever he roamed, while I reveled in the intoxicating sensation of his hands tracing every curve and contour.

Time blurred as we lost ourselves in each other, discovering and rediscovering the depths of our desire. Moans of pleasure escaped our lips, mingling with whispered words of yearning and affection. Each movement was a dance of mutual need and understanding, a symphony of shared pleasure and intimacy.

In the dim light of Eric's living room, our bodies moved in harmony, seeking and finding solace in the other's embrace. His kisses trailed down my neck, eliciting shivers of ecstasy, while I clung to him, craving more of the intoxicating blend of passion and tenderness.

The air around us crackled with raw intensity, the room filled with the scent of desire and the sound of our ragged breaths. In that moment, nothing else existed but the two of us, entwined in a dance as old as time itself, where every touch spoke of longing and every sigh echoed with unrestrained pleasure.

As our bodies reached the peak of ecstasy, a wave of euphoria washed over us, binding us together in a shared moment of pure bliss. Skin glistening with sweat, hearts racing in sync, we collapsed into each other's arms, savoring the aftermath of our love made tangible.

In the quiet aftermath, we lay intertwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. Eric brushed his fingers lightly across my cheek, his eyes filled with a tenderness that spoke volumes. "I love you Hazel, more than anything," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

I smiled, caressing his cheek in return. "I love you too Eric...."

And in that intimate space, with our hearts laid bare and our bodies entwined, we found a deeper connection that transcended mere physical