Lines We Cross

Chapter 45

⚠️ SMUT

As YN pulled up to Lizzie's apartment building, her heart pounded in her chest, anticipation coursing through her. This was it. Months of separation, nights filled with longing and restless dreams, therapy sessions spent dissecting every feeling, every mistake—everything had led her here.

She took a steadying breath, forcing her hands to stop trembling as she turned off the ignition. The quiet of the night seemed to amplify everything, and she hesitated, gripping the wheel one last time as if it were an anchor to ground her. But she wasn't backing out now. Not after everything they had been through.

Gathering her courage, YN made her way to Lizzie's door. The hallway was quiet, and as she stood before it, the weight of the past year pressed down on her. Raising her hand, she knocked, each tap echoing through the silence. For a split second, she wondered if this was a dream, if maybe she'd woken up from the one she'd been living.

But then, the door opened, and there stood Lizzie.

The sight of her was overwhelming. YN's breath caught, taking in the soft, open look on Lizzie's face. Lizzie seemed just as tense as YN, eyes searching, a slight tremble in her hands. They stood in silence for a beat, the tension thick and heavy.

"Did you... did you drive here?" Lizzie asked softly, breaking the silence, her voice barely a whisper as if she couldn't quite believe YN was there.

A small smile tugged at YN's lips. "Yeah, I did," she replied, her voice steady. "It's something I've been working on... in therapy." She paused, a hint of vulnerability showing through. "But the need to see you tonight... that was stronger than any fear."

Lizzie's eyes softened, something in her gaze shifting, an emotion too complex to name flashing across her face. She stepped back, giving YN space to enter, and closed the door behind her.

They stood there, just a few feet apart, the quiet between them filled with so much unsaid. YN could feel her heartbeat racing, each pulse a reminder of how alive she felt in Lizzie's presence, how much she'd missed this.

Then, without another word, Lizzie moved closer, reaching up to touch YN's face, her fingers grazing her cheek with a gentleness that sent shivers down her spine. The simple touch was electric, a spark that ignited the months of longing and waiting. It was like coming home after a storm.

They didn't need to speak; words would only break the spell that had wrapped itself around them.

YN leaned in, her breath mingling with Lizzie's, and in the next heartbeat, their lips met. The kiss was slow at first, almost tentative, as if they were both afraid this moment might slip away. But then it deepened, the months of separation and unspoken feelings flooding through them with a fierce intensity.

Lizzie's hands moved to YN's shoulders, pulling her closer, and YN's own hands found their way to Lizzie's waist, anchoring them together. The kiss grew hungrier, years of pent-up emotion spilling out as they clung to each other, lost in the sensation. It was overwhelming, exhilarating—a feeling of finally, finally being where they both belonged.

YN let her hands drift up, fingers threading through Lizzie's hair as she gently tilted her head, deepening the kiss even further. She could feel Lizzie's heartbeat, a wild rhythm that matched her own, their breaths coming quicker as they pulled each other impossibly close.

They pulled apart for just a second, their eyes meeting in a look that said everything they couldn't put into words. Lizzie's cheeks were flushed, her eyes dark and intense, filled with the same yearning YN felt, a need that ran so deep it was almost painful.

"I've missed you so fucking much," YN whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Her fingers brushed softly over Lizzie's cheek, memorizing the warmth, the way she felt under her touch.