The words hung in the air, and we both seemed to hold our breath, the gravity of the moment settling over us. I could see the conflict in her eyes, the same struggle I was feeling. We were both caught in the delicate balance between nostalgia and desire.
Without another word, I leaned in slowly again for another kiss and Milan wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as I felt the intensity of a kiss mirrored mine. It was a reunion of more than just our lips; it was as if our hearts were reconnecting, rediscovering the rhythm we had once shared.
When we finally pulled apart, our breaths mingling in the space between us, the silence was filled with the weight of what had just happened.
"What the fuck is going on? "She brushed her tousled hair.
I took a deep breath, still feeling the echoes of the kiss on my lips. "I don't know," I admitted. "But I do know that seeing you again has made me realize that I stayed away from you for too long"
