[EVE]
When we reached the edge of the bed, he looked into my eyes one last time, searching for doubt.
All he found was my hand reaching up to cup his cheek, my thumb tracing the line of his jaw. My silent answer.
And when he kissed me again, deeper this time, everything that had been holding me back finally let go.
It wasn't just passion—it was release. A quiet surrender to a love that never really left.
We moved together with a quiet urgency, careful not to wake the baby sleeping nearby. There was something almost reverent about it—like we were rediscovering each other, not just with touch but with every look, every whispered breath.
No rush. No guilt.
Only two people finally allowing themselves to be whole again.
Afterward, we lay tangled in the sheets, his arm curled around me, my head resting against his chest.
His heart beat steady beneath my ear, like a song I hadn't heard in years but still remembered by heart.
