Spring [Completed]

FORTY-THREE

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HER

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con•fess
verb
1. admit or acknowledge something reluctantly, typically because one feels slightly ashamed or embarrassed.

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Watching the sunsets in Seattle have always been one of my favorite past times. The way that city sparkles under swirling clouds as the sky blends into hues of orange and blue. It is something that's always soothed my racing mind and brought me peace when my restless thoughts were too much to bear.

Today, the sunset feels different somehow. If anyone had told me I'd be watching today's sun set through the window of Ethan's apartment, I would've said they were delusional. But, as I approach the large floor to ceiling window and peer out at the city below, the sentiment doesn't seem so far fetched.

I'm moving in with Ethan. I'm still trying to wrap my brain around this craziness.

The baby kicks and I wrap my cardigan across my belly, placing a hand on my aching lower back. I barely hear the front door close as I stare out into the swirling blend of color painting the sky.

Strong hands find my waist and instinctively my eyes flutter closed. His familiar scent comforts me as he hugs me, resting his chin on the curve of my shoulder. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" he asks and I nod, my heart beating too fast to speak.

"It's breathtaking," I finally whisper, my breath hitching when he tugs on the fabric of my collar and his lips softly press against my bare skin.

My heart aches as my mind tries to make sense of what's happening. I've been longing for his touch for so long, dreaming about this very moment, and yet it feels...off.

A part of me wants to stop him, but a bigger, more desperate part of me just wants to feel wanted, important again. So when he tugs at the sleeves of my cardigan, I let him take it off. And when he tucks my hair behind my ear and looks at me with those intense blue eyes, I let him kiss me.

The kiss is hesitant, as he backs me gently into the window. When his lips connect with mine they feel foreign, like it's our first time. My hands find his shoulders as he grips my waist, deepening the kiss. I furrow my brows as his tongue enters my mouth and his hands travel up my shirt. Pulling away, I place my hand on the back of his neck, searching his eyes desperately. His lips capture mine before I can speak, and the intensity scares me as his hands trail down my body stopping to grope my butt.

"Ethan," I say as I pull away again, putting a hand to his chest as I furrow my brows. "What...what are we doing?"

"Well," Ethan says with a sparkle of mischief in his eyes. "We were kissing." He licks his lips as his head ducks to my level, instinctively I lean into him. "I kind of want to do more of that," he whispers as he pecks the corner of my mouth.

My body aches for him as I find myself reluctantly kissing him back once more. I want this, but I can't enjoy it until I know why...Why the sudden change? "Wait," I say, breaking off the kiss once, more. Ethan groans but I ignore him and frown. "What is this? W-why are we-"