Page 62 of Friends That Heal Us
She giggles. “I’m sure.”
We catch each other’s gaze and for a second, neither of us moves. The sound of our breaths fills the space around us. My fingers twitch at her side, wanting to pull her in closer and break the invisible line we’ve been dancing around for far too long.
I take my chance. I grip her tighter and bring her closer to me, and it feels like electrical waves flow through my body when our lips barely touch.
I want to feel her again.
All of her.
Our breaths are soft and uneven. The first drops of rain tap against the glass and provide a gentle rhythm that fills thesilence between us. The sound is steady and soothing because even in the darkest of our storm there’s always going to be rain that washes the darkness away.
The pull between us is impossible to ignore. Both my hands cup her face as my world stills and fades into her. Our lips meet in a rush that breaks the invisible line that’s been standing between us since I first laid eyes on her.
Our kiss deepens, and our breaths are heavy. My hands slide down to her neck and then down to the curve of her back, feeling the softness of her skin. Her grip tightens around my shirt, bringing us even closer.
I reach down and scoop her into my arms with our mouths still locked together. I carry her into the kitchen and set her on the edge of the table. Her legs wrap around me, closing the space between us. My pulsing cock presses against her center; the warmth of her sends more shocks through me.
Our kiss breaks, and both of us are breathless. Her fingers trail down my chest to the bottom of my shirt before she rips it away from me. Her touch sends a shiver through my body. My hands find her waist as I rub myself against her.
She exhales softly as she runs her hands down to the bottom of her shirt and throws it off. My forehead rests against hers, eyes locked. For a moment we stay like that. The sound of the rain tapping against the glass still echoes in the distance. The air is thick with everything we’ve been holding back.
Her fingers move down to my jeans, unbuttoning them. I take a slow breath as my pulse hammers throughout my whole body. Stepping back, I let my pants fall to the floor. My hands find her waist again as I step out of my jeans and close the space between us. My fingers trace the curve of her hips before tugging her pants down.
My heart stills as my eyes travel over her, every inch, every soft line. Her body is breathtaking. Something shifts in me, andmy heart drops. How could someone betray her? How could someone hurt her? She’s beautiful inside and out. How could anyone put someone else above her?
I reach up and brush the strand of hair out of her face. My thumb grazes her cheek. “You’re so damn beautiful,” I whisper.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
VIOLET
His eyes lock with mine,and something inside me shatters, and this time I don’t shy away like I’ve done many times before when someone looks at me too closely. Something is different. Something feels different. His gaze is mesmerized with me. It lingers on me like I’m the only one for him. The only person in his world. My chest tightens and my stomach flips at this feeling I’ve never felt before. My mind is spinning but yet it feels calm because I’m with someone who makes me feel safe. Our connection is so strong I don’t pull away because part of me knows that this feeling is real. That my feelings for him have always been here, hiding underneath the surface waiting to be free.
The pull between us is magnetic, making it impossible to stop myself. I wrap my legs around him, pulling us closer. The tip of his cock hits my center, and my breath catches in uneven gasps. The heat between us burns hotter with every inch he slowly pushes in.
Every thrust sends shivers down my spine and hits my core in ways I’ve never experienced. He hovers over me, leaning intome, and letting the closeness take over. He trails soft kisses on my neck like he’s memorizing the curve, the feel of my skin. My breath rises and falls faster with my heart hammering against my chest. I tilt my head slightly, giving him more access. My fingers trail up his back, gripping the back of his neck, pulling him toward my lips. Our tongues collide together, hot and heavy. We’re moving together like we’ve both been waiting for this moment far too long.
His breath becomes heavier, and his thrusts become deeper. The sound of rain hums through the kitchen as we lose ourselves in each other. Our storm becomes quieter, and the rest of the world disappears.
We’re both lying on top of the metal table with our arms and legs spread out as we try to catch our breaths. Beads of sweat drip down my head, making a cold chill run through my hot body.
Ezra makes me feel like I’ve never had sex before. Or I should say never made love before. Was that making love? Usually in the movies, the setting is in the bedroom, with candles lit and slow music playing. But now that we’re lying here in a kitchen, my mind swirls with the thought that making love isn’t about the setting. It’s about how it makes you feel. It’s about how it feels with the right person. Right now, I feel loved and safe. After all the uncertainties in the prior months, something just feels so right. My life feels like it’s falling into place again. A place I never thought I would be in. But this place, this feeling, makes all the years missing out on him all worth it. It’s like all those years spent with Zayn flew out the window and I’m back in my senior year of high school falling for Ezra. How can all these years with one man disappear like that? Sometimes I wonder ifit was me who pushed him to cheat. I know now that it’s more of a reflection of him, not me.
The first night we had sex, we were both drunk, angry, and hurt. I remember it. I remember all of it. But I was also questioning if I did something wrong or if it was the right choice. I was already confused and hurt because of Zayn, and then added on the confusion of having sex with Ezra for the first time.
I whisper his name.
He shifts his head towards me as he reaches down and intertwines our hands together. “Hmm?”
“Do you remember the first time we had sex?”
“Of course. I could never forget that night,” he says, tightening his grip on my hand. “Why do you ask?”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Because you said something to me, and I’ve always wondered what you meant.” I pause for a moment, shifting my gaze to him. “Do you remember?”
“I remember. Do you?”
I nod. “You saidit’s always been you.”
