13- Not-So-Innocent (Book 2)

Eve’s pov

As we stood in the kitchen, I reached up and lightly touched his lips, causing him to gulp down nervously. He hadn't been expecting the sudden contact, but he couldn't help the warmth that spread through his eyes at my touch.

Slowly, his arms came around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"I missed you," he whispered, his voice low and filled with longing. "I missed us, Eve."

My heart swelled at his words, and I knew what he was talking about. Because I felt the same way.

"I missed us too," I replied softly, my lips brushing against his as I spoke.

For a moment, we just stood there, lost in each other's embrace. The warmth of his body against mine felt like home, and I knew that I never wanted to let him go.

"Can we start again?" he asked suddenly, his voice hesitant but filled with hope.

I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. I could see the vulnerability there, the fear of rejection. But I knew that I couldn't deny him this. Not when I felt the same way.

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