Chapter 185

Weston

The house wraps us in its comforting silence, the gentle hum of the fridge whispering a lullaby that seems to dance with the rhythm of our pounding hearts. As I turn to Melanie, I can't help but notice the way her presence charges the very air around us, a tension so palpable it sets my skin on fire. My gaze meets hers with a searing intensity, the kind of look that has haunted my dreams for the last eight years.

"I want you, West. I've dreamed about you. Wondered what it would be like to be with you again. Can you make my dreams come true?" She questions, her fingers digging into my t-shirt.

Everything she wants, is what I'm going to give her.

"Are you sure?" I murmur, my voice thick with longing, each word a plea hiding behind the guise of a question. My fingers, gently trace the curve of her cheek, pausing as if to memorize the soft feel of her skin, the touch I'd only fantasized about in those years apart.