All Chapters of Kiss me : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

ÉliseThe day passed in a heavy silence. Camille notices nothing. Or pretends to. Perhaps she senses something cracking, but she doesn't want to see. For my part, I am incapable of meeting her eyes.Julien, for his part, remains chillingly calm. He acts normally, takes care of her, even laughs sometimes. But I feel it. In every gesture. Every stolen glance. He is waiting. He knows the moment is approaching. The one when nothing will be reversible anymore.Night falls, heavy. Camille fell asleep early, exhausted by contractions that are becoming increasingly frequent. The house plunges into darkness.I went out onto the terrace. The cool air slaps my face, but fails to calm the fire consuming me.And he appears.Julien.He approaches without a sound. I feel him even before I see him. His warmth. His scent.Julien — You knew I would come.I don't answer. Words would be useless.He slides behind me. His chest against my back. His hands on my hips.Julien — We've reached the point where w

CamilleI watched him leave. Julien. Watching my mother with his eyes when he thinks I don't see. I could scream.But I stay silent. I observe them. I absorb. Every gesture, every silence.Since this morning, I've been pacing this house, my belly tight, my nerves raw. I'm waiting. Something is going to explode eventually, I'm sure of it.I find her in the living room, sitting, her hands clenched on her knees.She startles when she sees me.Camille — Do you want to talk, Mom?She looks up, her eyes full of fatigue and fear. She shakes her head gently.Élise — Not now, sweetheart. I'm... tired.Always the same excuse. This flight.I restrain myself from shaking her.Instead, I sit down beside her. The scent of her perfume envelops me. And I suddenly wonder if Julien breathes it too, in his sheets, on his skin.I shiver.---ÉliseShe looks at me. For a long time. Too long.Her eyes search. She waits for me to speak, to give in, to confess.I look away. I tremble.Élise (thought) — I can

CamilleSilence envelops me.I am here, in the car, my baby in my arms.The maternity ward behind us, the house ahead.I wish I could feel light. Happy.But a strange weight crushes my stomach.I look at Julien. He smiles, but his eyes avoid mine.My mother, sitting in the back, squeezes her white hands on her knees.No one speaks.And I... I want to believe everything is fine.---JulienI drive without a word.Every meter bringing me closer to that house makes me nauseous.I feel like I'm returning to the tomb of our faults.There where I touched her. There where I tasted the forbidden.Camille is radiant. She rocks the baby. She speaks softly.Simple words. From mother to child.And I deserve none of this.I glance at Élise in the rearview mirror.She avoids my gaze.She too knows this house will devour us.---ÉliseThe house looms before us.I am cold. I am in pain.I can no longer breathe.I look at her... my daughter.She smiles at this child she carried.And I am there, my che

ÉliseDay has not yet broken.The room floats in that murky, gray light where everything seems unreal.I am lying on him. Naked. My cheek against his chest, rocked by the slow beating of his heart.I breathe in Julien. His scent. His skin.I absorb him as if this moment will be missed my whole life.His fingers idly brush my nape. They trace invisible circles, soothing, almost tender.I close my eyes.I don't want this to stop. Not yet."What are you thinking about?" he asks in a hoarse whisper.I take my time to answer, my throat tight."About us. About what we just did. About what we're becoming..."He says nothing. But I feel him tense slightly beneath me.Because we both know there is no answer to that.I lift my head. My gaze catches his.And there, without thinking, I kiss him.For a long time. Slowly.A kiss without the slightest violence. Just a soft hunger, a need to feel him mine again.His arms close around me and he turns our bodies.I find myself beneath him, breathless.

ÉliseNight has fallen.The house breathes that heavy silence I dread.Camille is asleep, exhausted, the little one curled against her.I watched them fall asleep, my heart knotted by this guilt that never leaves me.I stay in the kitchen, unable to go up to bed.And him, he is there.Sitting in the shadow of the living room.He doesn't move. He doesn't speak.But I know he's waiting for me.Every night, it's the same thing.I struggle. I forbid myself from going.But I feel my body giving in, slowly.I get up, unable to bear this tension in my chest any longer."Julien…"My voice trembles. I'm ashamed to call him.He looks up, his eyes shining in the darkness."Come, Élise. Come, we need to talk."I remain frozen.I know it's not words he wants.And I… I'm not sure I can resist this time.---JulienShe came.Her hair loose, her face tense with fatigue and fear.She's even more beautiful like this, damaged, fragile.I stand slowly, and I look at her like an animal ready to pounce."D