Six years ago, Rey Adams thought she had finally life figured out. Having broken away from her past, her life is irrevocably altered when she meets, a man who is the first person to treat her with kindness and respect. Six years later they're engage...
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Ben never questioned Rey why she left so quickly in the kitchen. She never brought it up, and, additionally, he didn't feel the need to press his luck with her more than he already had.
He pondered the possibility that she was ashamed of what was going on between them, but quickly pushed the bleak thought aside as he considered the bigger picture: things that appeared to make more sense in his logic. With a discreditable background, like his, of course she would be leery when all Ben had cared about was himself over the years.
He wanted to prove to her that had changed.
Being around her had awoken something inside of him, something that he never thought he'd be capable of feeling for one person and one person only. It terrified him beyond every measure to admit that he had so much to lose now, after coming to Boulder with nothing but a career to leave behind.
What happened when Rey came to him that night in the living room was something that he never expected to happen again. To his surprise, though, it happened the next night, and the night after that – and again the following night.
It felt like they were stuck in some gravitational orbit around one another; a continuous waltz that allowed them to come together at certain times of the day whilst being apart for the remainder. Ben could anticipate the exact hour and minute that Rey would summon him, enough to the point where he would be across the room at the same time she'd be opening her doors.
Rey would give him a faint-hearted smile and Ben would immediately claim her lips with his, hands cradling her face while she clung to his broad frame with a firm grasp. Every round of intimacy shared beyond that initial evening became more passionate. Kisses became more ardent; gazes were less intense and more adoring. Their movements became less zealous and more drawn-out. Unspoken words lingered within every gasp for breath, begging to be articulated, but remained to boil over within the pot of emotions.
Every time Ben looked down at her beneath him, or when Rey straddled his lap riding him, everything around her easily faded into a blur. She was the only thing that mattered to him in the moment, damning him furthermore into the name of a specific feeling that flashed through his thoughts.
Despite placing various blockades around his heart in the past, Ben knew that he was falling for her – and falling from a stumble that he could never recover from.
He knew the longer this continued it was going to be harder to suppress telling her that he loved her. Especially when she continued pretending that he didn't exist in her life around her roommates. It wasn't the healthiest relationship and he would be lying if he denied it didn't hurt, but Rey was like a drug to him as much as he was her antidote.
