C'est La Vie

Linda’s POV

As Chris carried me towards the bedroom, my mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of me was screaming to stop, to gain control of the situation before things went too far.

But another part of me–the part that still loved him, craved for every part of him, it craved his touch. It was urging me to give in to the passion that burned between us.

The bedroom door closed behind us with a soft click, shutting out the world and leaving us alone in our own private sanctuary. Chris laid me down gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he hovered above me, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

I reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair as I pulled him closer, craving the connection that only he could provide. Our lips met in a feverish kiss, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between us since the moment we first laid eyes on each other.

His hands roamed over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake as he explored every inch of me. I arched into his