𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑹 || 18+

Chapter 3

Ethan sat down beside Willa, looking at her curiously. The yellow light cast a warm glow over her as she lounged in her sleeveless shirt and pants, still immersed in the same book. "You're still reading that?" he teased, chuckling lightly.

"Yes," Willa said without looking up, clearly enjoying herself.

With a playful grin, he leaned in. "Why do you like this so much?"

Instead of answering, she handed the book over to him. "Why don’t you read it yourself?"

Ethan raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Me? Really?"

She nodded, her smile playful but encouraging. He took the book, flipping through the pages until he found where she had left off. The moment his eyes scanned the first lines, he realized what she had given him—a scene that was anything but ordinary.

The passage described a quiet evening between two people, sipping wine as their conversation grew deeper, more intimate. The alcohol, though only a backdrop, seemed to loosen their emotions, allowing unspoken feelings to rise to the surface. He read slowly, absorbing the elegance of the scene—how their hands would brush against one another, how their gazes lingered longer than necessary. It wasn’t explicit, but the tension in the words made it clear what was happening between them.

"The wine, dark as velvet, slid down their throats, leaving a warmth that settled not just in their bodies but in the space between them. Fingers that had rested idly on the glass stem began to trace circles on the table, finding their way to the back of a hand, a wrist...a pulse."

Ethan paused for a moment, glancing at Willa. She was watching him closely, a subtle smile on her lips. He knew what this was—a game, a challenge. But he couldn’t back down now. Clearing his throat, he continued.

"The wine blurred the lines between conversation and touch, and as the night deepened, so did their connection. Eyes met across the table, and suddenly, the soft brush of fingertips became something more—an invitation. Neither rushed to close the distance, savoring the slow unraveling of restraint, knowing that anticipation was its own kind of intoxication."

He stopped again, the tension from the words translating into the room. Willa tilted her head, watching him with amusement. "Why’d you stop?" she asked, her voice soft but teasing.

Ethan smirked. "I get it now. It’s not about the scene itself...it’s the build-up, the atmosphere." He kept the book aside, looking straight into her eyes. She smirked. "I mean that's why I like it." She says her voice is soft now. She didn't look away somewhat something stop them.

His glance was too deep. Starting at her eyes. So she did. Somewhat both wanted the same thing right now. He moved slowly towards her face, his breath is warm which made her feel a knot in her stomach. She froze not moving at all. And he softly kisses her plum lips. It was more likely a peck. He pulled off.

But Willa had other plans not satisfied at all. She made a approach with a little fast pace, touching his lips and they slowly moved their lips. The heat was getting higher in the air. Their was something happening. He gently held her waist moving the cloth touching her bare cold skin. She moaned softly.

Their body was coming closer. He picked her in his lab not breaking the kiss. She held his nape. Slowly the kiss was getting passionate both were not in the mood for breaking. But that was also making them feel like not breathing. Both pulled off and breathing heavily. Her hairs were open almost covering his face.

He looked at her eyes straight. She asked herself what they just did. Ethan actually enjoyed. He said his voice deep and calm.
"You're a good kisser."

He stood up and left the bedroom made her stunned.

"What?"

"He left?"