Nervously I sat in my car outside of Margo's house, hoping that she's not home. I know that I shouldn't be here, shouldn't be entertaining the idea of being with another man on the night before the ceremony, but I need to see Misha one more time before the wedding. My heart is racing at the thought of what I am thinking about doing. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard, Kyle must be having the best bachelor party of the year.
Misha and I, we have a tumultuous history together, filled with passion and intensity that neither of us could resist.
As I made my way up the footpath and climbed out the few steps towards his sister's house, my mind was flooded with memories of past encounters and the undeniable connection that never seems to falter. The chemistry between us is like nothing I've ever experienced before. It raw, primal and completely intoxicating. Taking a deep breath, I raised my hand and knocked on the door hesitantly, unsure of what I'm to be expecting from this impromptu visit.
I can hear how footsteps approached and my heart skipped a beat as the door swung open revealing Misha's handsome face. His dark eyes widening in surprise at the sight of me standing before him. "Gen, what are you doing here?" He asked me, his voice husky with emotion.
"I. . . I don't know. I… I shouldn't have-" I stammered, and therefore cut my sentence short. A rushed feeling of desire, caused by the sight of him, flooded me. Without another word, Misha pulled me into his sister's place and closed the door behind us.
The air crackled with tension as we simply stood here tongue-tied, facing each other, neither of us willing to make the first move. But then, as if drawn together by the invisible force, our lips met in a searching kiss that ignited a fire within the pit of my stomach. My hands tangled in Misha's hair as he pressed me up against the wall, his body flush against mine. I can feel the heat of his skin through his shirt, sending shivers down my spine. It's quite literally driving me crazy.
Clothing were quickly discarded off in a frenzy of desire, leaving the both of us naked and exposed. Misha's hands sensually roamed over my body, tracing every curve and dip as if he's trying to memorize me. My skin tingled underneath his touch. I can't help myself as to give in to the pleasure that's coursing through my veins. Softly I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as Misha continues to explore my body with a skill that left me breathless.
As we made our way to the bedroom, I felt a sense of freedom and abandon that I hadn't experienced in years. With Misha, I could be herself completely, no pretenses or expectations holding me back. In that moment, there was only Misha and the connection we share, a bond that defied all logic and reason. I can feel myself being consumed by the intensity of our passion, a fire that's threatening to consume the both of us.
The sex that followed was like nothing we've ever experienced before. It was rare and fundamental, filled with a hunger that bordered on desperation. Misha knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me moan, how to test my limits and writhe beneath him in ecstasy.
In the afterglow of our passion, I felt a sense of guilt creeping in. What had I done? How could I have betrayed Kyle in such a way? But then, as I looked into Misha's eyes, I knew that I don't regret a single thing that had just happened. The rest of the night passed in a blur of kisses and caresses, the outside world fading from existence; as we lost ourselves in each other. It was a night filled with pure, adulterated bliss; a feeling that I would never be able to replicate in Kyle's arms.
As the sun begins to rise, I lay tangled and wide awake in Misha's embrace, my heart heavy with the knowledge of what I have to do. I know that I have to leave, I have to go back to my life with Kyle and pretend that nothing happened. But at this moment, I can't seem to bring myself to move. I can't bare the thought of leaving Misha's side.
And so, as the first light of dawn seeped through the curtains, I made the decision. I would go through with the wedding, and marry Kyle as planned. But I also know that my heart would for all eternity belong to Misha Anderson. The chemistry between us is just too powerful to be denied.
I slipped out of Misha's bed and got dressed, I turned my attention towards him and vowed in a whisper: "I will find a way to be with you Misha, to explore the depths of our connection without fear or reservation." I leaned in closer and brushed my lips gently against Misha's forehead. I left the house, my heart heavy with the weight of my decision. The path ahead would be filled with uncertainty and danger. Misha Anderson had stolen my heart, again.