It wasn't just a kiss.

It couldn't be.

Not after everything.

Not after years of almosts, of missed chances, of words swallowed and moments ruined and feelings buried so deep they had started to feel like something else entirely.

It was like something broke open.

Like all the space between us—every second we didn't touch, every time we walked away, every moment we chose silence instead of honesty—collapsed at once.

And suddenly—

There was nothing left between us.

His hand stayed at the back of my neck, firm but steady, like he needed to keep me there, like if he let go, I might disappear again.

And I didn't want to.

God, I didn't want to.

My hands moved without thinking, gripping his shirt, pulling him closer like I had been waiting to do that for years without even realizing it.

The kiss deepened—not rushed, not careless, but intense in a way that felt almost overwhelming. Like we were both trying to understand something we had denied for too long.

It wasn't soft.

But it wasn't rough anymore either.

It was searching.

Learning.

Feeling.

His breath mixed with mine, uneven, slightly shaky, like neither of us quite knew how to handle what was happening but neither of us wanted to stop.

And that was the thing—

We didn't stop.

One kiss turned into another.

And then another.

Not separated by distance, but by breath—by the need to pause for a second before being pulled right back in again.

Like we were making up for something.

No—

Like we were recovering something.

Something that had always been there, just waiting.

My fingers tightened in his shirt as his other hand found my waist, steadying me, grounding me in a way that made everything else fade even more.

The room.

The voices.

The past.

All gone.

There was only this.

Only him.

Only the way everything felt too real, too intense, too much—and still not enough.

It was desperate, yes.

But not in a reckless way.

In a needed way.

Like something that had been held back for too long was finally being allowed to exist.

His forehead brushed mine for a second when we pulled back just enough to breathe, both of us slightly out of breath, both of us trying to process what we had just crossed into.

My heart was racing.

Too fast.

Too loud.

And yet—

For the first time since this whole thing started— I could breathe.

Not perfectly. Not calmly. But fully. Like something inside me had finally settled into place, even if everything else was still chaos.

My eyes flickered up to his.

And he was already looking at me.

Not confused. Not distant. Just... there.

Present. And that somehow made it even harder to look away.

Because this— This wasn't a mistake, at least it didn't feel like one.

It didn't feel like something accidental or misplaced or wrong.

It felt like something that had always been waiting for the right moment—

Even if neither of us knew what that moment was supposed to look like.

And mayb it was never supposed to be perfect. Maybe it was always supposed to be like this. Messy. Unplanned.

Ten years—ten agonizing years of stolen glances, late-night confessions, and the electric tension that had simmered between us since our teenage days. Best friends who'd danced around this moment, fearing it would shatter everything. But now, with the world locked out and the king-sized bed inviting us like a promise fulfilled, there was no turning back.

I was wearing a simple sundress that hugged my curves, the fabric whispering against my skin as I looked at him again.

"Luke," I whispered, my voice thick with necessity. He cupped my face and kissed me again deeply, his tongue sliding into my mouth with a hunger that made my knees weaken. Our lips moved urgently, teeth nipping, breaths mingling in hot gasps.

He backed me toward the bed, his fingers fumbling with the straps of my dress until it pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but lace panties and a matching bra while sitting down on the bed.

Luke groaned, stripping off his shirt to reveal the lean muscles I'd fantasized about tracing, so I did, I softly laid my hand on top of it tracing them as it they were something precious. I looked up catching his eyes and he softly leaned towards me placing a hand on my chin and lifting it towards him kissing me gently, but it didn't last long that gentleness was quickly transformed into need, desperate need.
So I quickly helped him taking of his jeans, his black boxers did him clear justice, he was hard. Pretty hard

'Ten years,' he murmured against mu neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark as he unhooked my bra. My breasts spilled out, nipples hardening under his gaze. He latched onto one, sucking the peak into his mouth, tongue flicking relentlessly while his hand kneaded the other. I arched, my fingers digging into his shoulders, a moan escaping as a pleasure shot straight to the core. I pushed him down onto the bed, climbing over him.

Luke's hands gripped my hips, guiding me to straddle his hips. I lowered my body down feeling his skin against mine he quickly held my neck pulling me more towards him as one hand of his held my leg firmly. We kissed, we kissed desperately to taste each other again, like we hadn't done it just a second ago. The kiss was so intense, so heavy that he let go to let me breath.

Not giving time to recover, Luke flipped us over, settling between my legs. And I felt him nudging me, make me heavy breath and my back arch at the soft touch.

"Madison I need to know if you want me to stop because if we continue this I am afraid I cannot—"

"Oh just shut up and do it" I groaned mad at him, I wanted this, I wanted this a lot and I guess it showed.

"Fine" he growled, "Then I will"