Lynette pov
I should push him... I should push him. The thought echoed in my head but my body kept betraying me.
As he bought me closer to him, I could feel his temperature rising or maybe it was mine, or maybe ours.
I've never felt this before. The way his tongue guides mine inside my mouth, made me submit fully.
Tilting heads as we kiss, I slowly felt his hand gliding down my back , slowly, deliberate lingering near the zipper of my gown.
I swallowed, I was out of breath but I wanted my more. I tried to steady my breath.
As if he read my mind, he broke the kiss slightly as he looked at me through his glasses while I caught my breath.
Our chest heaving, uneven as I looked at him and his eyes were out mine. He smiled slightly before he pressed his lips on mine again.
I felt his hands zipping my dress down and slipped his hand inside my dress while he unbottoned his shirt with one hand effortlessly as we continued to kiss.
Multitasking at it's finest.
He leaned out from the kiss briefly and completely removed his shirt then tossing it to the ground.
I tried to steady myself–to regain control.I really tried , but then my hands moved instinctively lowering my dress down, until only the fabric from my waist down remained.
I hadn't wore a bra – the gown had been strapless so my breasts were just exposed with my breath catching slightly.
As Arian saw my body, his gaze lingered.
Then he positioned himself closer, cradling me gently before pulling the dress away completely and letting it fall to the floor.
My heart pounded in my chest, the rhythm uneven, my breath coming faster than usual.
Surprisingly, beneath his clothes, Arian had a fit, sculpted build. I flexed my hand and my fingers traced along his skin, feeling the warmth of his chest and the firmness of his muscles.
I could sense his own breathing—deep, measured, but not entirely steady.
Then, he took my hand, kissed it softly, and lowered his lips to my neck, trailing slow, deliberate kisses and tracing his tongue along my skin.
My body heaved and I didn't know when a moan escaped my lips. That was embarrassing.
He leaned out,his gaze locking at mine with quite amusement, then he smiled and leaned in again tracing his kisses to my breasts , his lips reaching my nipples as he played with them with his tongue.
I wasnt thinking straight and it was as if everything was blurry for a moment.
I shouldn't be doing this.I felt like a person having an affair with a married man. No, this is intimacy with a married man, I am ... Committing a sin.
I am crossing the line–one I wasn't sure I could step back from.
My thoughts twisted,my pulse quickened.
I raised my hand instinctively as I wanted to stop him despite being hard to control my body.
Then he held my hand and guide it on his shoulder before sliding it down his back as he came to my lips and kissed deeply, our skin touching each other, the tension.... the sensations.....I felt myself becoming wet down there.... it was arching to be touched.
Which should not be right!
As we kissed and our hands exploring each other,I felt Arian one hand leaving my body and curious I opened my eyes slightly.
He was unzipping his trousers and removed it in a rush,no hesitation.
Then his hand slid down inside my pants and I felt his finger about to slid inside and I immediately stopped him,holding his hand tight.
It was at that point that clarity cut though the emotions, I was able to control my body.
I couldn't let him go there.I was a virgin,I'm sure he had sex multiple times with his wife,so won't he question when he notices it?
He leaned out from his kiss and looked at me.
I should have stopped him long time ago,I can't believe I let myself do this.This is wrong.
His expression softened, concern flickering across his face. "Is everything alright?" he asked gently.
I looked away, sitting up, and he uncurled himself, moving beside me.
Sliding to the edge of the bed, I let my feet dangle just above the ground, trying to steady my breath, my pounding heart slowly easing.
"We should take things slowly," I finally said, my voice quieter now. "I'm still trying to process everything, especially after the memory loss."
Arian shifted behind me, crawling closer before wrapping his arms gently around me, his warmth steady.
He pressed a soft kiss to my head.
"It's my fault," he murmured. "I wasn't thinking—I promised we'd start fresh, and I should have been more patient." His voice sounded sincere.
"I let my emotions take over."
Then, after a brief pause, his voice dropped even softer.
"Are you upset with me?"
"No… of course not," I said softly.
He kissed my head again.
"Should I let you sleep alone tonight?" he asked.
A part of me wanted him to stay—but I knew better. My body had nearly betrayed me once, and if he stayed, it might again. I had to avoid temptation.
"I will sleep alone," I said firmly.
Arian got down from the bed, standing in front of me. He leaned in, gently cupping my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek.
"Fine… goodnight," he murmured before pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
He picked up his clothes, walked to the door, and left, closing it behind him.
I took a deep breath, lying back on the bed, staring at the ceiling as the memories of moments ago replayed in my mind.
I thought about texting Daniella—sharing my first intimate experience—but then I hesitated.
She might have had feelings for him.
Then there was Azaelea—Lynette's best friend. Yet, I barely knew her.
I sighed, dropping my phone beside me.
Seconds later, the screen lit up with a buzz.
A new message.
I glanced at it.
"It's Kevin Gael,Save it."