Ethan
There's no clear answer from her… but I don't need one.
The way Clara looks at me says it all. Her eyes never leave my lips, her breathing slows, deepens… as if she's feeling exactly the same thing I am.
As if that moment, suspended between us, is enough for us to understand each other without words.
I cup her face in my hands again, gently… with a softness that contrasts sharply with everything burning inside me. And I kiss her again.
This kiss… is no longer doubt, it's certainty. It's deeper, slower at first, as if I want to savor it, as if I need to make sure this is real… that she's here with me, that she's not just another memory.
I take her lower lip, sucking on it several times. It's a damn need.
She opens her mouth slightly, and I let my tongue taste her inside.
