Jesse placed the bottle and two glasses in front of Dezze. Dezze's eyes, which had been fixed on the TV screen, turned to Jesse. In an instant, Dezze used the remote control in her hand to switch off the TV.
"I didn't even notice when you arrived." Dezze respond. Her words betrayed her nervousness, which had been growing over the past few minutes, and was clearly visible on her face. She attempted to force a genuine-looking smile.
"Let's celebrate this amazing day with a glass of wine." She sat down on the sofa and added, "Please, have a seat." She motioned for Dezze to sit on her lap, but Dezze politely declined and instead sat beside her on the sofa, smoothing out her red dress.
Apart from shirts and pants, Dezze does not pay attention to any other clothes if she goes to a shopping mall.Today held great significance for her, and she was resolute in her determination to look breathtakingly beautiful, regardless of the circumstances.
She was willing to go all out today, even if it meant wearing high heels, a dress that was shorter than she was used to, or makeup. Having made such an effort, she was determined not to let it go to waste.
And it actually happened.
Jesse's gaze was transfixed on her, her eyes burning with an unspoken admiration as she stared at her with reckless abandon, her lashes frozen in a mesmerized blinklessness that spoke volumes of the captivating sight before her.
The wine bottle and two glasses stood silently, like sentinels waiting to unleash their intoxicating charm. Yet, Jesse's eyes, glazed with a besotted wonder, betrayed a truth: she was already inebriated, not by the wine, but by the intoxicating presence of the woman before her.
"Is this dress just for me or has someone else changed you this much?" Jesse asks with her fixed gaze.
Dezze's expression turned slightly irritated, and she stood up from the sofa, her posture straightening in a subtle display of annoyance.
Her anger wasn't sparked by the question itself, but by the fact that Jesse had been completely forgotten her for the past three years. A simple phone call would have been nice, but didn't happen.
"I apologize, but I need to leave. This isn't a good time for us to have this conversation."
Time seemed to freeze as Dezze's determined stride was abruptly arrested, Jesse's strong arms wrapping around her like a vice, pulling her back into her chest as she held her captive, refusing to let her escape.
"stay here today."Jesse demanded, her voice low and gentle, warm with emotion, as if she was tenderly coaxing her rather than commanding her.
Dezze's voice trembled slightly as she asked, "You've changed so much, but why?" Though her emotions were clearly raw, she held back her tears, her words laced with a mix of sadness and curiosity.
Without uttering a word, Jesse's lips descended upon her exposed neck, tracing a trail of passionate kisses that burned with unbridled desire.
With a gentle yet firm motion, Dezze pushes Jesse away from her, using her shoulder to create some distance between them.
"You shouldn't push yourself so hard," Dezze said, fighting to keep her emotions under control.
In an instant, a passionate kisses stick on Dezze's neck, sending shivers down her spine. Simultaneously, strong arms enveloped her waist, grasping her firmly on both sides, pulling her into a possessive, all-consuming embrace.
"you have no idea how I was surviving the past three years without you. Every single day was filled with thoughts of you. You were constantly on my mind."
Jesse stops. struggling to hold back tears as she gathered her thoughts to reveal. But just as she was about to speak again, Dezze, who had been standing with her back to Jesse, slowly turned around to face her.
Unable to restrain herself, Jesse continued, her gaze locked intensely on Dezze. "I've missed you so much, Dezze. Every moment without you felt like an eternity. I've thought about you every day, wondering where you were right now. My heart has ached with longing, and I couldn't help but wonder if I'd ever see you again. Every day, I was consumed by thoughts of you: What were you doing? What were you eating? What were you wearing? Where were you going? Were you doing well at work? Were you taking care of yourself? These constant worries haunted me, tormenting me day in and day out. I thought a lot before inviting you. I am the one who created this situation and do I have the authority to invite you? I'm the one who has caused you the most pain, but what can I do? I'm trapped in a state where I don't feel deserving of happiness, and even when good things come my way, I'm unable to fully accept them. My inner self is never at peace, constantly plagued by doubts and uncertainty. It's as if my mind is convinced that everything good is just an illusion, and that's a hard truth to shake. (Jesse paused once more, taking deep breaths to calm her emotions, her eyes never leaving Dezze's face. Meanwhile, Dezze's expression had transformed - her earlier anger had given way to a profound mix of love, trust, pain, and tears. Yet, she remained silent, waiting patiently for Jesse to fully express her emotions, her gaze a testament to her unwavering support.) "
"It was all my fault. I apologize to you for that." Jesse bows her head and apologizes.
"You're utterly insane," Dezze whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. And with that, she swept Jesse into a fierce, all-consuming embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around her as if she'd never let her go again. their hearts was being woven back together.