Best Mistake ︱Pedri González

26

Luciana's POV

The warm August evening was almost oppressively still as I stood outside Pedri's apartment building. Dante was away in Madrid with some friends, leaving me alone to grapple with the weight of my decisions. I had been wavering between the guilt of my ongoing relationship with Pedri and the emotional complexity of my situation with Dante. With a deep breath, I made my way up to Pedri's door, my heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.

Pedri answered the door almost immediately, his face lighting up with a warm, familiar smile. "Luciana," he said, stepping aside to let me in. "It's great to see you. I wasn't expecting you tonight."

I hesitated for a moment on the threshold, then stepped inside. The apartment was as I remembered it: cozy and understated, with the soft glow of lights casting a gentle ambiance. Pedri led me to the living room, where we both sank onto the couch. The air was thick with unspoken tension.

"How have you been?" Pedri asked, his gaze steady and earnest. "I've missed you."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady the storm of emotions inside me. "I've been okay, just... thinking a lot. About us, about everything."

Pedri nodded, his expression turning serious. "I understand. It's been confusing, and I know we both have our own issues to deal with. But I want to be clear—I don't regret what's happened between us. I care about you, Luciana."

His words resonated deeply with me, stirring a complex mix of emotions. I had been struggling with guilt over Dante and uncertainty about my feelings for Pedri. But as I looked into Pedri's eyes, I could see the sincerity and longing that had always been there.

"I feel the same way," I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. "But I can't shake off this feeling of guilt. Dante is away, and here we are, falling back into... this."

Pedri reached out, his hand finding mine with a comforting warmth. "Luciana, I don't want you to feel guilty. We both made mistakes, and we're both trying to find our way through this. I just want to be with you right now."

I looked at him, searching for any sign of hesitation or regret. But all I saw was a deep, unwavering affection. Despite the guilt that was gnawing at me, I found myself unable to pull away. The connection we had was too strong, the pull too compelling.

Pedri's hand moved to cup my face gently. "Are you sure about this?"

His question caught me off guard. I had been so caught up in the moment that I hadn't fully considered the implications. I took a deep breath, trying to push aside the guilt and focus on the present. "Yes, I'm sure. I want this too. I need this."

Pedri's eyes softened with relief, and he leaned in to kiss me. The kiss was tender, filled with a mix of passion and emotion that seemed to transcend the complexities of our situation. As our lips met, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us.

We continued to kiss, the intensity of our emotions growing with each passing moment. Pedri's hands explored my body with a mixture of desire and tenderness, each touch making me shiver with anticipation. Despite the guilt that lingered in my mind, I felt a deep, undeniable connection with him.

Pedri guided me gently to the bedroom, his movements careful and respectful. As we reached the edge of the bed, he paused, looking into my eyes with a serious expression. "Luciana," he said softly, "are you sure?"

His question made me pause, the weight of our actions sinking in. I took another deep breath, trying to push aside the guilt and focus on the moment. "Yes, Pedri. I want this. I'm sure."

Pedri nodded, his expression a mix of relief and determination. Slowly, we continued, each movement filled with care and respect. The intimacy we shared was a complex blend of passion and emotion, and despite the guilt that lingered in the back of my mind, I found solace in the connection we had.

As we finally reached the peak of our passion, I felt a mix of euphoria and deep-seated conflict. The world outside seemed distant and irrelevant, all that mattered was the moment we were sharing and the connection we were rekindling.

Afterward, as we lay together in the aftermath, the room was filled with a quiet, introspective silence. Pedri held me close, his arms wrapped around me in a comforting embrace. Despite the physical satisfaction and emotional connection, the guilt I felt was still palpable.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I feel so guilty for what's happening with Dante."

Pedri stroked my hair gently, his touch soothing. "You don't have to apologize, Luciana. We're both in complicated situations. All we can do is try to figure things out together. I'm here for you, no matter what."

His words were comforting, but the guilt remained, a shadow cast over the warmth of our connection. As I lay there, I knew that the path ahead would be challenging, filled with difficult decisions and emotional turmoil.

For now, though, I took solace in the fact that Pedri and I had found a moment of connection amidst the chaos. It was a brief respite from the complexity of our lives, a reminder of the deep bond we shared. As I closed my eyes, I held onto the fleeting comfort of being with him, knowing that the road ahead would be anything but simple.