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Chapter 111: My heart
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Winning Her Back Chapter 121: Doubts and uncertainty
The scent of his cologne was a ghost in the hallway. My heart wasn’t just beating; it was a frantic, caged thing trying to break through my ribs. I could feel the cold of the doorframe against my palm, the only solid thing in a world that had just tilted violently on its axis.“It’s not a good time, Michael,” I said, my voice tighter than I wanted it to be. I didn’t move from the doorway, my body a barrier between him and my sanctuary, between the past and the fragile future I was building. “Actually, it’s not a good time ever. What are you doing here?”His smile was a thin, bitter thing. “Nice to see you too, Lila. You could at least invite me in. We used to be better than this.”The ‘we’ he referred to felt like a different lifetime, a story about a naive girl I barely recognized. “I’m not comfortable with that,” I said, the words firm despite the tremor in my hands. I stepped out, pulling the door shut behind me with a definitive click that echoed in the narrow hall. The lock engag
Winning Her Back Chapter 120: The Intrusion
The first conscious sensation was not sight or sound, but smell. A deep, luxurious fragrance that had woven itself into the very fabric of my dreams, pulling me gently from a sleep so profound and peaceful it felt like a foreign country. I kept my eyes closed, breathing it in. Peonies, their scent almost impossibly sweet, layered over the deeper, velvety aroma of dark crimson roses. Ethan’s flowers. Their perfume had replaced the familiar, comforting scents of my studio, the sharp tang of turpentine, the earthy smell of clay, the dust of decades settled into the floorboards of the Lastelina. This was a new scent for a new era. The Ethan Era. Again.Sunlight, bold and unapologetic, streamed through the single large window, painting a brilliant, warm rectangle on the worn wooden floor. It illuminated the very spot where he had stood last night, a giant of a man somehow making my cramped hallway feel like a cathedral. A slow, languid smile spread across my face, one I had no hope of supp
Winning Her Back Chapter 119: The Space Between the Words
The silence in the car was a living, breathing entity. It wasn't empty; it was filled to bursting with the echo of that single, world-altering word. Wife. It seemed to shimmer in the air between us, catching the light from passing streetlamps, each one a fleeting strobe illuminating the profound shift in the man beside me.Ethan didn't start the engine. His hands, usually so decisive, rested on the steering wheel as if he, too, were trying to anchor himself in the new reality he’d just proclaimed. The scent of him filled the space, a sensory claim more potent than any legal document.My hand was still encased in his, our fingers laced together on the cool leather of the seat. His thumb began to move, a slow, absent-minded caress against my skin that sent sparks shooting up my arm. It was this simple, unconscious touch that finally unlocked my voice."Ethan," I began, the word soft, almost lost in the hum of the city beyond our glass and metal cocoon. He turned his head, his eyes dark
Winning Her Back Chapter 118: “Wife”
The question hung in the air between us, sparkling and terrifying. *Will you go on a date with me?*My heart was a wild thing, beating against my ribs like it wanted to get to him. I just stared, my tired brain trying to catch up. The flowers, the suit, the raw hope in his eyes, it was a universe away from the man who’d once offered me a contract.“Why?” The word was out before I could stop it, a breathy, confused sound. “Ethan, after everything… why a date?”He didn’t smile. His expression was dead serious, the intensity in his gaze pinning me to the spot. He took a single step forward, closing the distance until the heady scent of him wrapped around me. He didn’t touch me. The space between our bodies hummed with the promise of it.“Because I don’t just want to get you back, Lila,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, each word a deliberate strike against my defenses. “I want you. I want you in every way a man can have a woman. I want your body, I want your anger, and God help me, I
Winning Her Back Chapter 117: Roses
The scent of him lingered on my sheets long after he was gone, a ghost of expensive cologne and pure, unadulterated Ethan that I kept pressing my face into like an addict. I was ruined for any other air.A sharp, efficient rap at the door, Sandra’s signature knock jerked me from the haze. I pulled on the shirt he’d left behind, its fabric whispering against my skin, and went to open the door.Sandra’s eyes did a quick, forensic scan of the apartment, the two wine glasses by the sink, the discarded suit jacket slung over my chair, the general aura of spent lightning and a slow, knowing smirk spread across her face. “Well, well. Looks like the ceasefire negotiations were a success.”I laughed, the sound still throaty and unfamiliar. “Something like that.”We settled with tea, and the words just tumbled out of me, a river held back for too long. I told her everything, from the terrifying headlines to the devastating texts, from the shared pasta to the way he’d held my painted hand like i
Winning Her Back Chapter 116: The Unspoken Language
The scent of turpentine and the ghost of his texts still hung in the air, a heady cocktail that made my studio feel more like a sacred space than a messy workspace. My brush hovered over the chaotic swirls of gold and violet, but my focus was shot. Every nerve ending was tuned to the phone on the table, replaying his last message. Mine. The word wasn't possessive; it was a vow that had settled deep in my bones, a quiet earthquake rearranging my entire internal landscape.A different kind of knock echoed through the apartment. Not the sharp, frantic pounding of my fears, but a firm, familiar rhythm that sent a jolt of pure recognition through me. His rhythm.My heart did a foolish, giddy somersault against my ribs. I dropped the brush into a jar of cloudy water, wiping my hands on a rag already stained with the evidence of my emotional storm. The paint on my fingers felt like a badge of honor as I walked to the door, my pulse a frantic drumbeat in my ears.I didn't bother with the pee
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