Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart by Hayley

Chapter 63

Sarah's

POV

The air outside had turned crisp and white. By the time we reached Richard's place, the snow was falling in soft, heavy flakes.

I loved that about the snow-the way it made the world feel like it was holding its breath, giving you a moment to pause, to savor.

Richard unlocked the door, and we stepped inside, brushing snow from our coats. His place felt different tonight-warm, inviting, with the glow of a low light casting soft shadows.

I felt myself relaxing as I looked around, taking in the little touches he'd added since I'd last seen it.

There were throw blankets on the couch, a few more framed photos on the shelves. It felt... homey, almost as if he'd made it ready for someone.

"You want tea or something warmer?" he asked, shrugging off his coat and giving me a half-smile.

"Tea sounds perfect," I said, letting my own coat fall onto the back of the couch as I wandered around, looking at the new photos he'd added.

There were pictures of him and his friends, one with his parents, another of him as a kid, laughing with a gap-toothed grin. I couldn't help but smile, feeling like I was glimpsing parts of him I hadn't seen before.

He came over with two steaming mugs, handing one to me, then nodding toward the couch. "You look like you could use a warm-up," he said, his tone gentle, playful.

I followed him over, sinking into the soft cushions as he sat beside me, close enough that our knees brushed.

The snow outside fell heavier now, coating the window with a frosty glaze. It made the whole room feel cozy, and I could feel the quiet between us, warm and comfortable. "So, remember that hike where we both got lost?" he asked, his eyes bright with amusement.

I think we turned around

I knew where I was going," he said, chuckling, though

shoulder. "If I remember

were. But it was a good adventure, don't you

I was seeing a new side of him-one that was willing

silly things we'd done in the past, moments

made me feel lighter, and closer to him. There was an ease to it, something I hadn't felt in a long

was like rediscovering someone I'd once thought I knew completely, only to

some point, our conversation trailed off, leaving a comfortable silence. I set my empty mug on the table and stretched out a little, letting myself relax against the couch. Richard shifted, moving a bit closer. His arm brushed mine, lingering there, and I could

eyes met. There was something in his gaze, it was soft but also mixed with something else-something deeper, almost

I said quietly, my heart picking up a little. I wasn't sure what was happening between us, but I felt a pull, something undeniable, drawing me

his fingers lingering against my cheek. I felt my breath catch, his touch sending

and suddenly, the air between us felt charged, thick

thought a lot about... how things were before. How I was

can see that, Richard.

gaze that made my

in the air, and before I could second-guess myself, I leaned in, my lips

of breaking the moment. My fingers found their way to his hair, tangling there as the kiss deepened, growing warmer, more certain. When we finally pulled back, we were breathless and a little dazed, I felt a soft blush creep over my cheeks. His forehead rested against mine, and he gave

but in this moment, I knew

eyes searching mine. "Just... stay

flutter at his words, and with a small nod, I leaned into him, letting the

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and magnetic, tugging me closer to Richard with each heartbeat. He reached out, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing gently

this-with this kind of softness, like