Chapter 10- the kiss

**Amira**

On fine evening after my shift got over , I got surprised when Ryan waited for me in my office for an hour even after he finished his work. It amused me about the fact that how did he knew I didn’t bring my car today. Then I remembered my dear friend Daniel with whom I shared the news about my punctured car tire .

Make it in good sentence as we walked side by side down the quiet corridor, the tension between us felt almost palpable. My heart raced, a mix of nervousness and excitement churning inside me, as I stole a glance at Ryan. He seemed lost in thought, his brow slightly furrowed, but when he noticed me looking, his expression softened, and he gave me a small, reassuring smile.

The sight of it—the way his lips curved just for me—sent a flutter through my chest. I felt a sudden surge of boldness, a determination to bridge the gap between us once and for all. I didn’t want to wait any longer. The feelings I had been holding back, the longing and uncertainty, were too much to contain. I needed to know if he felt the same.

With a quick look around to make sure no one was watching, I gently grabbed his hand, the warmth of his skin against mine sending a jolt of electricity up my arm. Without a word, I led him to an empty supply room nearby. The door clicked shut behind us, and the world outside seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of us in the dimly lit space.

My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. The room was small, filled with the faint scent of antiseptic and the sterile supplies neatly stacked on the shelves, but all I could focus on was him. Ryan stood there, looking down at me with a mixture of surprise and something else—something that made my pulse quicken even more.

“Amira,” he began, his voice low and slightly breathless, as if he wasn’t sure what to expect. There was a question in his eyes, one I knew I had to answer.

But I didn’t let him finish. The distance between us felt unbearable, and I couldn’t stand it any longer. I took a step closer, my heart hammering in my chest, and before I could talk myself out of it, I closed the gap between us. I stood on my tiptoes, reached up, and pressed my lips to his.

The moment our lips touched, it was like the world stopped spinning. Everything else faded away—the hospital, our responsibilities, the uncertainty that had kept us apart for so long. All that existed in that moment was him, and the overwhelming sensation of finally giving in to what we both wanted.

The kiss was soft at first, almost tentative, as if we were both testing the waters. But the second Ryan responded, everything changed. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, and the kiss deepened, filled with a passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

I felt like I was melting into him, my senses overwhelmed by the feel of his lips on mine, the warmth of his body pressing against me. The kiss was tender and hungry all at once, as if we were both trying to make up for last time, for all the moments we had wanted this but hadn’t dared to reach for it.

Ryan’s hands slid up to cup my face, his thumbs gently brushing against my cheeks as he kissed me like he never wanted to stop. I could feel the tension leaving his body, the way he relaxed into the kiss, surrendering to it just as I was. It was a kiss that spoke of everything we had left unsaid—the desire, the affection, the relief that we no longer had to hide.

My hands found their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as I tried to steady myself. But the feel of his heart beating rapidly beneath my palm only made me kiss him harder, pouring all of my emotions into that single act. It was as if I was telling him everything I had been too afraid to say—how much I cared, how much I wanted this, how terrified I had been of losing him before we even began.

The kiss went on and on, time losing all meaning as we lost ourselves in each other. I could feel his breath mingling with mine, could hear the soft sounds he made in the back of his throat as our lips moved together, perfectly in sync. It was a kiss that felt like it could go on forever, like it could never be enough.

But eventually, we had to break apart, the need for air becoming too much to ignore. When we finally pulled back, we were both breathless, our foreheads resting against each other as we tried to catch our breath. My lips tingled from the intensity of the kiss, and I could still taste him on my lips, sweet and intoxicating.

Ryan’s eyes were dark, filled with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. He looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered, like I had just given him the answer to a question he had been asking himself for so long.

“Amira,” he whispered again, his voice husky and filled with something that sent a shiver down my spine. His hands were still on my face, holding me gently, as if he was afraid I might disappear if he let go. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“So have I,” I admitted, my voice trembling slightly as I gazed up at him. My heart was still racing, and I felt a rush of emotions—relief, joy, and a deep sense of rightness that I had never felt before. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel this way.”

His expression softened even more, and a slow, tender smile spread across his face. “Then let’s stop pretending,” he said, his thumb brushing over my cheek in a gentle caress.

I nodded, unable to find the words to express what I was feeling. Instead, I leaned in and kissed him again, this time slower, savoring the moment. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a promise, a commitment to whatever lay ahead, together.