When Love Breaks by Jack

Zoe had to take the day off to rush her grandson to the hospital because he had a fever.

The house, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, was unusually quiet, so quiet that even the sound of one’s heartbeat seemed amplified.

There was this ambiguous atmosphere, creeping up like ivy, making my breathing tense. I nudged him, “Are you… are you hungry? I could make us some dinner…” “Yeah, I’m starved.”

Gregory’s brown eyes simmered with a fervent glow. In an instant, his strong hand gently cradled the back of my head, his body silently pressing closer.

The intimacy between us grew, the ambiguous tension fermenting and spreading.

My heart pounded like a drum!

The crisp, cool scent of mint lingered at the tip of my nose, followed by his husky voice, “But I’m not in the mood for dinner.”

His breathing slowed, and as he lowered his head, his warm lips met mine, electrifying.

His kisses were wild, ravenous, as if he intended to devour me whole, accompanied by soft, almost imperceptible swallowing noises.

Unsatisfied, his hands eagerly slid the zipper of my dress aside, his cool fingertips sending shivers down my spine as they enveloped me suddenly. My senses sharpened instantly. The kissing continued.

Even the air felt thinner.

As he explored further, I instinctively stepped back, along with my entire body.

he firmly wrapped his arms around my waist. In a whirl, he flipped our positions, pinning me down on the

him playfully and teased, “Gregory, are you

“It’s not being bold.”

my eye, his fingers weaving through my hair, “I’m

lips, “But you know, even between boyfriends and

I ask, Mrs. Ford, do

“Who’s Mrs. Ford here!”

and he’s already

may I ask, the future

I was about to say yes, my stomach embarrassingly

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