As she frantically opened her phone, my gaze unconsciously drifted to the screen, and what I saw stunned me.
A photo of us together, frozen in a moment where everything felt right. How long had she clung to this image? If she truly loved me—if she really missed me—why had she waited so long to reach out? The confusion blazed inside me, igniting a simmering frustration that had been festering for years.
Unable to contain the turmoil of emotions bubbling within me, I snatched her phone out of her hands and hurled it across the car. And then, like a dam breaking, a surge of urgency overtook me. I crushed my lips against hers, the kiss initially rough and forceful, as if I were punishing her for the years of silence and heartache she had given me. But even in that moment of anger, the kisses soon turned to tenderness, softening my resolve against her.
"I love you.... Rafa," I murmured against her lips, I finally revealed my long-buried secret.
She tried to pull away, wanting to say something but before she could utter a word, I couldn't hold back any longer. In a rush of desire laced with desperation, I bit her lower lip, drawing a small gasp from her. I seized the moment, sliding my tongue into her mouth, causing her to moan.
"Why didn't you just come to me?" I murmured between kisses, tracing my lips along her jawline, savoring the sensation of her warmth against my skin. "After everything, why wait until now?"
"Because I was afraid!" she admitted, breathless. "I was afraid you'd moved on, that you'd found someone who could replace me. I didn't want to disrupt your life again."