Chapter 20 Found Loveй
I sighed the moment I stepped into the apartment, I knew he was here.”
“Oh, I’m tired.” i mumbled as I walked into the kitchen. Now that I think about it, he was always there, even when I told him I couldn’t reciprocate his feelings. When I mistook his actions from betrayal.M
I saw him and I lost all reasonable excuses. His shirt slightly damp with sweat, sleeves rolled up, scrubbing down the counter. He did like his space clean.
I chuckled lightly as I remembered a passing joke about calling him a neat freak.
“He looks hot.” I thought to myself as I got closer.N
I didn’t say a word. Just walked up, grabbed him by the collar, and kissed him.
I didn’t think…I just leaned in. My fingers found the edge of his jaw, rough with stubble. He looked at me like he already knew…like he had been waiting for this moment as long as I had. And then I kissed him.
It wasn’t tentative. It was full and certain and slow, like I was pouring everything I couldn’t say into that one moment. His mouth met mine in a way that made my knees weak. I could taste the last thing he said, feel the tension leave his shoulders as he kissed me back, deeper, hungrier.
I moaned into the kiss as I felt it deep within me. His tongue teased mine and I was glad I chose this moment to happen. When his hand came to rest at the small of my back, pulling me closer, I melted. Completely. Like I belonged nowhere else but right here.
And for once, I didn’t care if we fell apart tomorrow. Right now, kissing Vincent felt like everything.}
Not just any kiss. He kissed me back with all the heat and hunger and aching relief.”
When we finally came up for air, his eyes searched mine. “Lesley…“}]
I’m starting to feel it too,” I whispered, my voice steady. “Whatever this is…I’m not fighting it anymore.“}]
Vincent blinked, and then his whole face lit up. I had never seen him smile like that. This one was pure, unbridled joy.
You have no idea how long I have waited to hear that from you.” he said, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek like I was something ragile and precious.
leaned in again, because licouldn’t not kiss him. Because now that I had started, stopping felt impossible.
He was addicting.
He pulled me close, arms tight around my waist, and kissed me like he meant it, like he always had.”
When we broke apart again, I rested my forehead against his and whispered, “Thank you… for not giving up on me.”
I never could,” he murmured. “You’re it for me, Les.”
And just like that, something inside me settled.
Maybe for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
didn’t feel forgotten, no.
felt cherished. Needed.
And I love it.
