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The unspoken feelings lingered in the air around us as I sensed the warmth of his presence close to mine.
In that instant, I caught a glimpse of something different in Ethan's eyes—a fleeting spark of vulnerability, as if my confession had stripped away the final threads of his composure, leaving him exposed and sincere.
Before I could utter a word, he leaned in closer, his hand gently cradling my face in a way that contrasted sharply with the storm brewing inside him.
Then, unexpectedly, his lips met mine in a kiss that was both urgent and intense and nearly knocked the wind out of me, driven not only by passion but by a cascade of emotions and guilt he seemed to release all at once.
I gasped softly into the kiss, my fingers instinctively clutching his freshly changed shirt, pulling him nearer, as if to anchor us within this fragile connection amidst the whirlwind of our day.
