𝐅𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 [𝟏𝟖+]✓

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Tossing and turning in the guest bed at my brother's house, the ceiling became the only focus, as sleep refused to come. A night away from Cyrus had seemed like a good idea—a chance to reconnect with family. But now, in the quiet darkness, the absence of him was more apparent than ever. The sound of his calm breathing beside me, the comfort his presence always brought, and the unique scent of his cologne flooded the mind. A sigh escaped me before I grabbed the phone and called him, hoping he might still be awake.

Before the phone could ring twice, Cyrus answered. "Aphrodite?" His voice, soft and warm, washed over, familiar.

"Hey," A smile tugged at my lips despite the distance. "You sound like you were waiting for my call."

"Just working late," he said, as casual as ever. "Why are you still awake?"

"Can't fall asleep," I complained. "It feels weird."

"Maybe it's the unfamiliar bed," he suggested. "Or too much excitement at your brother's."

The weight of the distance between us seemed to press down.

"What did you have for dinner?" My question was aimed at something mundane, anything to close the gap.

"Leftovers," he said. "Nothing special."

"Bet you miss my cooking," I smiled, imagining him rifling through the fridge for the food I cooked when he could've easily had something Tina made.

"Your experiments in the kitchen are always... interesting," he replied.

"You know," my voice softened, "it's not just the bed. I miss... talking to you. And everything else."

"Well, here I am," A pause followed, followed by a voice that held a hidden smile. "Talking."

The warmth in his tone made my heart flutter. "What are you doing right now?"

"Just grabbing my keys," he answered, the jingle of them heard in the background. "Thought I might go for a drive."

"Are you... coming to get me?" My words were laced with surprise and excitement.

"Do you want me to?" he asked.

"Meet me halfway?"

"On the bridge," he agreed.

"On my way," I said, excitement bubbling in my voice. The call ended, and I scrambled out of bed, grabbing clothes in a hurry. The door clicked softly behind me as I slipped out, determined not to make a sound. Outside, I waved down a cab, rattling off directions to the bridge. During the ride, unable to keep my excitement down, I called him again and kept the conversation going, light teasing weaving through the details of our day. My heart raced as we talked, my fingers tapping an anxious rhythm on my thigh. When the cab finally pulled up, my breath caught, anticipation thick and undeniable.

Stepping out, I spotted his car approaching, headlights cutting through the cold night. Warmth spread through me, unexpected but welcome, as our eyes met across the distance. Without thinking, I ran to him like he was home. When we collided, it wasn't just an embrace—it was a rush of passion, urgency, and everything we had been missing. The icy air bit at my skin, but I hardly noticed. All I felt was him, his arms pulling me closer, grounding me.