The best man

Chapter 14

As we sit there, the room falls into a soft, comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of our breathing. Our eyes lock, and for a moment, neither of us moves. Ethan's gaze lingers on mine, then shifts to my lips. I can see the hesitation flickering behind his eyes—he wants to kiss me, but he's holding back.
It's different this time. There's no asking, no tiptoeing around it. Just the quiet tension that builds between us, pulling us closer.

He finally closes the distance, his hand gently cradling my cheek. His touch is tender, and when his lips meet mine, it's like he's afraid I'll break. The kiss is soft at first, but full of unspoken desire. I missed this-I missed him. The way he holds me, the way his lips feel against mine, it all sends a wave of warmth through me. It's intoxicating, and I can't help but feel a thrill run down my spine.
Silly me, but it turns me on-his gentleness, the way he's so careful, yet so sure.

He deepens the kiss slowly, and I feel his hands move to my waist, pulling me closer. Then, in one fluid motion, he gently pushes me down onto the couch, his body hovering over mine. I can feel the heat between us rising, the air growing thick with unspoken want. His lips don't leave mine, and I don't want him to stop. My heart races, and there's a tingle running through my body, a kind of electricity that only he can ignite in me. His hands are firm but controlled, every movement deliberate, as if he's trying to memorize the feel of me beneath his fingers.

The kiss grows more urgent, and I can feel the tension between us building, like a taut wire ready to snap. But as much as I want more, there's a part of me that knows we shouldn't rush this.
We've only just begun to reconnect, and while the desire is undeniable, l don't want to move too fast. It's clear Ethan feels the same because, just as things start to get more heated, he pulls back slightly. His hand comes to rest on my chest, his breath ragged as he pauses.
"I'm sorry," he says, his voice low and thick with restraint. "I don't want to rush you. I want more, believe me... I want to undress you, to see every inch of you, but I also don't want to push anything.
We've only just started talking again."

His words hang in the air, and I can't help but smile softly at him. It's like we're on the same page, both wanting more but knowing there's no need to rush. His honesty makes me want him even more, but at the same time, it reassures me that he respects where we are right now.
I run my fingers through his hair, smiling as I tease, "How about this-we can cuddle. You can sleep over, and we'll just stay like this, close, all night. No pressure, no rush. Just us."
His face softens into a smile, his eyes full of warmth and gratitude. "Okay," he says, his voice light with relief. He leans down to kiss me once more, this time slower, savoring the moment, before pulling back with that familiar smile.

He shifts beside me, wrapping his arms around me as we settle into the couch, our bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. The warmth of his body against mine is comforting, and as l lay my head against his chest, I can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. We don't say anything for a while, just lying there, holding each other, letting the weight of the day fade away.

And as we lay there, I feel a sense of peace. we're finally where we're supposed to be. There's no rush, no need to push anything. We're taking our time, and that feels right.
I guess we are back together. No ! We are back together.

Ethan's arms tighten around me, and he presses a kiss to the top of my head. "I missed this," he whispers softly.
I smile against his chest, my fingers still playing in his hair. "Me too," | whisper back, closing my eyes as the warmth of the moment wraps around us both.

As Ethan settles into my bed, I can hear him laughing softly, scrolling through his phone. The sound of the water from my shower fills the bathroom, and all I can think about is how much we've both been through to get to this moment—how much I've missed him. After finishing my shower, I wrap myself in a towel and step into the room to grab my pajamas.