Lahat ng Kabanata ng Kiss me : Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

DjenaAfter those suspended moments in time, when our hearts had found each other and recognized one another, reality slowly began to resurface. Romain and I left that place where we had lost ourselves, hand in hand, letting ourselves be filled with the gentle sensation of simply being together. There was something comforting in that quiet calm settling between us, as if everything had found its place, as if everything would finally begin to make sense.When we arrived in front of my apartment, Romain turned to me, his gaze calm and serene, like a mirror reflecting the inner peace I was beginning to find with him. He knew the moment had come to allow a little space, and I had to accept it, even though the thought of spending a few days alone stirred a faint anxiety within me.“Do you want me to wait here?” he asked softly, his voice carrying that constant attentiveness that never left him. He seemed both present beside me and somewhere else entirely, in a parallel dimension where our

DjenaI saw his face freeze, an expression of incomprehension and pain distorting his features. He opened his mouth to respond, but I raised my hand, stopping him from speaking. I knew I had to tell him everything I had in my heart, even if it was going to hurt him."I'm no longer sure what I feel, Jack. I think I loved you, but… I think I'm not ready to commit, not with you, not now. I asked you for time, but I think that time has made me understand that I need to be alone, that I can't keep holding you at a distance while knowing I can't give you what you expect from me."I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I didn't want to cry in front of him. Not now. That wasn't what I needed to show him."I love you, Jack, but I think we have to stop here. So you can move forward, so I can move forward. I'm sorry."He remained silent for a long moment. I could see the effort he was making not to let his emotions take over, but I also saw the pain in his eyes. He had to understand me, but I k

LouiseThe key turned softly in the lock, and I pushed the door open cautiously. The house was plunged into peaceful semi-darkness, only the soft glow of a living room lamp illuminated the hallway. A familiar scent lingered in the air, that of polished wood and cold coffee left on the table.Thomas was there.My heart immediately tightened under the weight of guilt. I closed the door behind me, breathing deeply to erase the last traces of my escapade. I felt bad for leaving him alone for so long! Poor thing.— You're home late, came my husband's deep voice from the couch.I jumped slightly before putting on a smile I hoped looked natural. He was sitting there, a book in his hand, wearing his gray t-shirt and jogging pants. A perfect image of domestic serenity that I had just betrayed.— Yes... Sorry. A friend needed to talk, I lied, setting my bag on the console table.He looked up at me, a tired smile stretching his lips.— Is everything okay?I shrugged, approaching to kiss him on t

LouiseMy husband...I closed my eyes and took a long breath.— Damn, what situation have I gotten myself into...I lost my appetite. I lost my footing.I curled up under the covers, hoping sleep would deliver me from this oppressive reality. But the thoughts looped endlessly. I couldn't stay passive.I had to call Julien. I had to tell him we were exposed.With a trembling hand, I grabbed my phone and dialed his number.— Louise? His voice was tender, worried.— Julien... We have to stop.A heavy silence settled.— What's going on?I closed my eyes, throat tight.— They know.I heard him curse softly.— Who?— My stepsons. They discovered our affair.Julien didn't respond immediately. He knew what that meant.— Shit...— Yes, shit, I breathed.— We need to see each other.— No. Not anymore. Not for now.My heart clenched as I said those words.— It's too dangerous, Julien. They're capable of anything.— Louise... I don't want to leave you alone with this.— You don't have a choice.T

LouiseAdrien, however, didn't release my thigh. His hand remained there, insidious, gradually making me lose the thread of the conversation. I forced myself to smile, while fighting against the rising anxiety overwhelming me. My husband, caught up in the discussion, suspected nothing, and that thought frightened me.— What if we talked about the different aspects of the help we could give her? my husband suggested, unaware of the tension under the table.I wanted to scream, to ask Adrien to stop, but my voice got stuck. I felt increasingly trapped, caught between my desire not to create a storm in this family atmosphere and the need to defend myself.My mind cried out for help, but I remained frozen, prisoner of a situation slipping away from me. Why was everything getting complicated at a moment when I thought we were together to support a project? I realized this went far beyond simple family help, and each furtive caress from Adrien reminded me insistently.I cursed myself for not