Chapter 7: Crossing the Line
The door clicked shut behind us, and just like that, the outside world felt miles away. Inside her apartment, the only sounds were our shallow breaths and the soft hum of the refrigerator in the corner.
We stood there for a second, neither of us moving, the air heavy with unspoken words. The space between us was smaller than I thought. I could feel the warmth of her body just a few inches away, her chest rising and falling slightly faster than usual.
I wanted to say something, to break the silence, but she was too quiet. Shy. Nervous, even. I could see it in the way she fidgeted with the sleeve of her oversized hoodie, tugging at it like it was some kind of lifeline.
But I wasn’t going to wait any longer.
I stepped closer, my hand finding her wrist gently. Her body stiffened for a moment, like she was about to pull away, but she didn’t. Her lips parted slightly, her breathing coming in little gasps.
I smiled, soft but deliberate. “You’re still nervous,” I murmured, my thumb brushing over her skin.
“It’s okay. I won’t bite.”
She didn’t say anything, but her eyes were wide, watching me intently, as if trying to decide if she should run or give in. But there was no way she was going anywhere now. Not when I had her this close.
I leaned in slowly, brushing my lips against the side of her neck, just enough to feel her shiver.
“You know, I think you’ve been wanting this for a while,” I whispered, my lips grazing her skin.
“And so have I.”
Her hands hesitated for a moment before they slowly rose to rest on my chest.
I could feel her fingertips trembling. Still so unsure. But she wasn’t pulling away. And that was enough for me.
I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, watching as they flicked from my lips to my eyes, unsure. Her mouth parted, like she was going to say something, but she didn’t. She didn’t have to.
Instead, I pressed my lips to hers, soft at first, but this time there was no hesitation. My hand slid up to her neck, holding her gently, my other arm circling around her waist, pulling her closer until our bodies were flush against each other. I could feel the heat of her skin, the way her pulse quickened beneath my fingers.
She kissed me back, hesitant at first, but soon, she responded with more urgency, her hands pressing against my chest. She tasted like something sweet, a mix of anticipation and nervousness. But it didn’t matter. Her lips were soft, hungry in a way that told me she wasn’t pulling away anymore.
I broke the kiss just long enough to look down at her, my hand sliding down her back, tracing the curve of her spine. I could feel the tension in her, the way her body was stiff, but she wasn’t stopping me. Not anymore.
“You can let go,” I said, my voice low, rough. “No more holding back.”
Her eyes met mine again, wide and uncertain, but there was something else there. A flicker. An unspoken agreement. She wanted this too. I could feel it.
With a soft, almost hesitant nod, she stepped back, only to turn toward her bedroom. Her movements were slow, but there was a kind of invitation in the way she glanced back at me, her hand brushing against her hip.
I followed her, every step a mix of anticipation and heat, knowing that this moment, this shift, was what we’d both been waiting for.
She didn’t say anything when we reached the bed. She just stood there, looking at me as if she was waiting for me to make the first move. I was more than happy to oblige.
I reached out, pulling her gently toward me, my lips capturing hers once again. This time, there was no shyness. No hesitation. Just a raw, electric pull between us. Her body pressed against mine, the softness of her skin making my pulse race even faster.
I wanted her, wanted to feel her against me in a way that went beyond anything I’d experienced before. The kiss deepened, more urgent, more heated, as if we both knew this was it — the moment where everything changed.
And tonight, nothing would be left to chance.