♥︎ATHALIA♥︎
The drive back home was quiet, but in the best way possible.
Brandon had his hand resting gently on my thigh, his thumb tracing soft circles through the fabric of my dress.
Every time he did that, it sent little shivers up my spine, and I had to fight the smile creeping onto my lips.
We didn't say much during the ride, but the air between us was filled with something more than words could offer. It was a kind of warmth that made my heart swell.
I glanced over at him a few times, catching him stealing glances at me, and I couldn't help but feel the fluttering in my chest.
How had I gotten so lucky? The way his hand lingered on my leg, the way he smiled at me–it all felt so natural, so perfect.
When we finally pulled up in front of my house, I didn't want to get out of the car. I didn't want the evening to end.
But Brandon was already unbuckling his seatbelt, and before I could even think, he was out of the car and walking around to open my door.
He always did that–small gestures that made me feel special without him even trying.
He walked me up to the door, his hand still holding mine, our fingers intertwined.
The night was quiet, with only the soft hum of crickets in the background.
We stopped at the front step, facing each other. The porch light bathed us in a soft glow, casting long shadows behind us.
Brandon looked at me, his eyes reflecting the porch light. He looked at me as if searching for something.
"Thank you for today." I whispered, though it felt like such simple words weren’t enough to capture everything I wanted to say.
His lips curved into that soft, crooked smile that always made my heart flutter, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Anytime." he murmured, his voice so low, it felt like it was meant only for me.
We stood there for a moment, the world around us fading until there was only him and I.
My breath hitched as he leaned in, and his lips brushed against mine—soft and a bit hesitant.
Then the kiss deepened, and my heart seemed to melt into his. I felt the world tilt as his arms circled around my waist, pulling me closer until there was nothing between us but the heat of the moment.
His lips were warm, and as they moved against mine, I felt everything unspoken between us in that kiss.
I slid my hands up his chest, feeling him tense a little as my fingers made their way to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as I pressed closer, needing more of him, more of this.
His grip tightened around my waist, like he didn’t want to let go, and I could feel his heartbeat beating against mine, racing and erratic.
The world seemed to disappear around us—the cool night air, the porch, the quiet hum of the world beyond. There was just us, standing there, wrapped in each other, lost in a moment that felt endless.
When we finally pulled apart, it was like coming up for air after diving into something deep and overwhelming.
My lips tingled from the kiss, and I could still feel the warmth of his hands on my waist, grounding me, anchoring me to him.
Our foreheads rested together, and I couldn’t help but smile, my breath shaky but full of something I couldn’t quite put into words.
He smiled, his eyes half-lidded as he leaned in and kissed me again—this time softer, slower, like a promise.
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Cold Water
Romance[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled...
