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She smiled, a blend of vulnerability and determination. "I want to, Jake. Just like we wanted to all those years ago. I trust you."

I smiled, leaning in to kiss her again, feeling a connection that was always meant to be.

As our lips danced in sync, a fire, long dormant, blazed back to life. Kayla's hands found their way to the hem of my shirt, and with a swift motion, it was gone, leaving my chest exposed to her touch. The sensation of her lips on my skin was electrifying. Every brush, every soft bite, sent waves of pleasure that coursed through me.

My hands ventured beneath the fabric of her shirt, feeling the smooth curve of her waist and the warmth of her skin. As I skimmed upwards, my fingers grazed the delicate lace of her bra. The sensation of her soft breasts through the fabric made my heart race. I could feel myself getting harder, my body reacting viscerally to her closeness.

A part of me wanted to go further, to rediscover every inch of her, but the reality of the situation held me back. She'd waited all these years, and our sudden reconciliation didn't give me the right to push boundaries. I wanted her to be comfortable, to be sure. And to be honest, I wasn't sure about myself either. The tumultuous mix of emotions—the passion, the history, and the newfound vulnerability—had me teetering on the edge.

My hands roamed freely, her soft moans spurring me on. But as the line between desire and restraint grew blurrier, a nagging voice in my head kept me grounded. Don't push it. Not now. I realized I was toeing a dangerous line. It wasn’t just the physical aspect—it was the emotional connection we were rekindling. I didn't want to mess it up. I didn't want a single mistake to jeopardize whatever this was.

So, before I lost myself completely, I slowly pulled back, ending our fiery reunion. Taking a deep breath, I met her gaze, silently begging her to understand why I'd stopped. Her eyes shimmered with a passion and understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken bond we shared.

Kayla and I were mere inches apart, our heavy breaths mingling in the stillness. She looked up at me, her eyes searching for something.

"I don't want to rush this, Kay," I finally broke the silence, my voice huskier than I intended. "It's been years, and...fuck, it feels amazing to be close to you again. But I don’t want to mess it up by going too fast."

She looked taken aback for a split second, then her features softened. "I get it. I do. It's a lot," she admitted, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Let’s just see what happens without the past or expectations for the future. Just... us."

Feeling a warmth in my chest, I grinned. "So, no rush?"

She smirked, "No rush." Walking her out, we navigated the dimly lit hallway. I felt an odd sense of déjà vu. It was as if we were teenagers again, sneaking around, cautious of who might see. At the porch, I leaned in and captured her lips one last time—quick, but meaningful. Our own little secret.

As I watched her leave, I couldn’t shake off the nostalgia and hope churning inside me.

Heading back inside, the aroma of Mandy's cooking filled my nostrils. She sat at the dining table, swirling a glass of wine, seemingly lost in thought.

I took my seat across from her, digging back into my previously abandoned dinner. We chatted about random stuff—movies, books, the city. But Kayla's name never once came up. Mandy, it seemed, had an uncanny ability to sense boundaries, or maybe she just didn’t care. I appreciated it either way.

Though there was so much left unsaid between Kayla and me, for now, I was content. The journey had only just begun, and the road ahead looked promising.

Chapter Eight

KAYLA

Iclosed the door behind me, leaning against it with a heavy sigh. My apartment was dim, with just a lone lamp illuminating the room. The silence felt almost deafening after the whirlwind of emotions at Jake's place.

"Stupid, stupid," I muttered to myself, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. My heart thudded against my ribcage as memories flooded back—sweet, sour, and everything in between.

Shaking my head, I made my way to the bathroom, turning the tap for a hot shower. The steam filled the small space, and as I stepped under the warm cascade, it felt like the droplets were trying to cleanse away the years of pain and distance. I ran my fingers through my hair, letting the water soak my thoughts.

Jake had been my everything. My first love. My first heartbreak. The fact that I was still a virgin at my age was not something I usually thought about. After Jake, I just... couldn't. There were opportunities, of course, but every time I thought I might be ready, memories of him would surge back. Memories of promises made under hushed whispers, of stolen kisses, of plans that never materialized.

But tonight, there was no escaping the thoughts of Jake—the taste of him, the feel of his hands. It was overwhelming. Why now? Why, after all this time, did it feel like he could just walk back into my life?

I turned off the shower, stepping out and reaching for my towel. As I wrapped it around me, I caught my reflection in the steamy mirror. My cheeks were flushed, not just from the heat of the shower. My eyes looked...hopeful. And that scared the shit out of me. Donning a comfy pair of pajamas, I sat on the edge of my bed, thinking about how things ended between us. We were young, with dreams too big for our small town. He had his path, and I had mine. And somewhere along the way, they stopped intersecting. He moved on, or so it seemed. But me? I built walls. Walls that no one, including myself, could breach. Until tonight.

I reached for the pendant necklace I always wore—a gift from him. It reminded me of him, of us, of what was and what could be. I remembered the exact moment he gave it to me, the promise it held, and the pain of our inevitable parting. “Fuck,” I whispered, blinking away tears. It was all too much.

Too soon. Yet, there was a part of me—a big part—that wanted to dive headfirst into whatever this was.

Sighing, I tucked myself into bed. My head was buzzing with a million thoughts, and I knew sleep wouldn't come easy.

The soft hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in the room, but in my mind, it was all noise and chaos. I couldn’t shake the memory of Jake—those intoxicating eyes that had always drawn me in, the way his hair always looked effortlessly perfect. His body had matured over the years, leaner, stronger, and undeniably more appealing.

I shifted in bed, feeling a growing warmth between my legs as I replayed our recent encounter. His scent still lingered on my skin, the smell of earthy cologne and the faintest hint of sweat. The taste of his lips, the heat of his mouth on mine... damn, I was wet just thinking about it.

I hesitated for a moment, then let my hand slip beneath the covers, sliding down my body. I bit my lip as I gently touched my swollen clit, thinking about Jake, imagining his mouth trailing down my neck, his hands on my breasts, tweaking my nipples. His body pressed up against mine, feeling his hard cock against my thigh. The pressure built, and I moved my fingers in slow circles, teasing myself, drawing out the pleasure.

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