"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Forty-Five.

Tanya's POV.

There was no one there now, just us two.

We sat side by side, the silence between us both comfortable and nervous at the same time.

I could feel his gaze on me, his body so close that I could almost feel his warmth.

Slowly, Darren moved his hand, brushing his fingers against mine.

It was a simple, yet intimate gesture.

His touch sent a shiver down my spine, my hand automatically opening to intertwine our fingers.

His thumb drew lazy circles on the back of my hand, his touch sending little sparks through me.

I leaned in closer to him, resting my head against his shoulder, my body craving the comfort of his presence.

"Hey," He murmured, his voice low and gentle.

He shifted slightly, his free arm moving to wrap around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his touch tender and affectionate.

I closed my eyes, leaning further into him, feeling his warmth and solidity.

His touch, the sound of his breathing, the closeness of his body to mine.. 

It all felt so right, so comforting.

"Hey, look at me," He said softly, his voice slightly louder than a whisper.

His fingers gently lifted my chin, tilting my face up to look at him.

His gaze was intense, yet gentle at the same time, filled with a thousand unvoiced emotions.

My eyes met his, the feeling of vulnerability and exposure washing over me.

His hand shifted, cupping my cheek, his thumb tracing my lower lip.

He leaned in slowly, his mouth hovering just above mine.

I could feel his breath against my skin, his fingers still tracing the edge of my lip.

"You're so beautiful.." He whispered, his voice filled with a hint of reverent awe.

His words sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach, my heart pounding in my chest.

My eyelids fluttered closed, waiting in anticipation for what I knew was coming.

His lips slowly moved down to mine, the gentle touch of his kiss sending waves of electricity through me.

The kiss started soft, tender, a gentle exploration.

The taste of him was so achingly familiar yet still so thrilling.

His hand cupped the back of my head, pulling me closer, the kiss growing more urgent, more desperate.

I moved to face him fully, my hands finding their way to his hair, grasping the soft strands.

His lips left mine, only to trail down my jawline, my neck, making me shiver as they found a particularly sensitive spot.

My breathing was ragged now, my mind swimming in a haze of sensations, my body burning with a need that only he could fulfil.

My fingers traced the firm muscles of his back, the contact sending waves of heat through me, my body arching towards him, seeking more, needing more.

He pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against mine, our breaths coming in pants, our bodies flush against each other.

His eyes were darkened with desire, his hands still roaming over me, touching my waist, my hips, his touch both possessive and gentle.