Breaking the Playbook [COMPLETED]

Chapter 18

LOLO'S POV

The apartment feels emptier than usual. It's late evening, and the soft hum of the city outside is barely audible through the windows. I've spent the day trying to focus on work, but my thoughts keep drifting back to Brooks, to the way he looked at me under the fading light of the park, to the promise in his voice.

I stare at the living room sofa, the spot where we had shared so many conversations, so many moments that made my heart race. Tonight, the couch seems to hold a promise of something more—something both exciting and terrifying.

The doorbell rings, and my heart leaps. I make my way to the door, my pulse quickening with each step. When I open it, Brooks stands there, his eyes dark with an unreadable emotion. He's dressed casually, but there's a certain intensity in his posture that makes him look even more alluring.

"Hey," he says, his voice low and warm, carrying a hint of something I can't quite place.

"Hey," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady as I step aside to let him in.

He steps over the threshold, and as soon as the door closes behind him, I can feel the shift in the air. The space between us is charged with an almost palpable energy. We stand there for a moment, just looking at each other, before Brooks takes a step closer.

"I've been thinking about you all day," he says, his gaze never leaving mine.

My breath catches, and I take a step forward, closing the distance between us. "I've been thinking about you, too."

Without another word, Brooks reaches out, cupping my face in his hands. His touch is warm and firm, and it sends a shiver down my spine. His thumb gently brushes across my cheek, and I close my eyes, savoring the sensation.

When I open them again, he's leaning in, his lips just a breath away from mine. "Can I kiss you?" he asks, his voice a low murmur.

My heart races, and I nod, unable to form words. It feels like every second is stretched out, and the anticipation is almost unbearable.

His lips finally meet mine, and the world seems to melt away. The kiss starts slow and tender, as if he's savoring every moment and every nuance of our connection. My hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping him as if he's the only thing keeping me grounded.

The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent. His hands slide down to my waist, pulling me closer until there's no space left between us. My body presses against his, and I can feel the heat radiating from him, feel the way his heartbeat quickens in response to mine.

I moan softly against his lips, and he responds with a growl of approval. His hands travel up my back, fingers tracing along the fabric of my shirt, sending electric shocks through my skin. I arch into him, craving more of his touch, more of his warmth.

We break apart for a moment, our breaths mingling in the space between us. He looks at me with a mix of desire and affection, and I can see the same longing reflected in his eyes. "I want you," he says, his voice rough with emotion.

"I want you too," I reply, my voice barely a whisper. The intensity of the moment makes it hard to think clearly, but one thing is certain: I want to be close to him, to feel every inch of him against me.

Brooks' lips trail down my neck, and I gasp at the sensation. His touch is both gentle and insistent, exploring the sensitive skin along my collarbone. I tilt my head back, giving him better access, my hands clutching at his shirt as if I can pull him closer.

He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist, holding on as he carries me to the sofa. He sits down, and I straddle him, our bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. The world outside seems to fade away, leaving just the two of us and the intense connection we share.

Our kisses become more frantic, more passionate, as if we're trying to make up for all the time we've lost. His hands explore my body with a mix of reverence and hunger, and I respond in kind, my fingers tracing along the lines of his muscles, feeling the strength and warmth beneath his skin.

BROOKS' POV

I can't get enough of her. The way she clings to me, the way her body feels pressed against mine, is driving me to the edge. The kiss we share is more than just physical; it's a release of all the pent-up emotions, all the fears and frustrations that have been building between us.

When I first arrived at her apartment, I could see the tension in her eyes, the way she was trying to hold it all together. But now, as we're wrapped around each other, I can feel the walls she's been building starting to crumble. She's letting go, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying.

Her lips are soft against mine, her taste intoxicating. I want to savor every moment, every touch, but the desire to claim her, to show her how much she means to me, is overwhelming. I need her, and I need her to know that I'm not going anywhere.

Her hands are gripping my shoulders, and I can feel the way her fingers dig in when I kiss her neck, her breath hitching with every touch. I pull her closer, feeling the heat of her body against mine, the way she responds to my touch with a mix of eagerness and need.

As we move together, the urgency of our passion is palpable. I can't get enough of her, and I know that this moment is more than just physical. It's a declaration of everything we've been through, everything we're willing to face together.

Her moans are music to my ears, and I find myself lost in the rhythm of our bodies, the way we fit together so perfectly. Every touch, every kiss, feels like a promise, a vow of loyalty and love that goes beyond words.

When we finally pull away, breathless and flushed, I can see the vulnerability in her eyes, the way she's letting me see the real her, the raw emotion that's been building beneath the surface. It's a beautiful, intimate moment, and I know that this is something we both needed.

We sit there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside forgotten. For now, it's just the two of us, the connection we share, and the promise of a future together.

As I look into her eyes, I see the same determination, the same love that I feel. We're in this together, and no matter what challenges come our way, I know that we can face them as long as we have each other.

"Are you okay?" I ask softly, my fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

She nods, her eyes shining with emotion. "I'm more than okay. I'm happy."

"Me too," I reply, my voice filled with sincerity. "I'm really happy."