Semua Bab You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Chapter Eighty-Nine Maya’s POV The silence in the room felt heavy. Ethan stood close enough that I could feel the warmth from his body against my skin. My breath came slow, unsteady, my mind trying to catch up to what my body already knew. He didn’t speak. His eyes moved over my face, slow and deliberate, as if he was memorizing every inch of me. My hands trembled before I even reached for him, but I didn’t stop. When his fingers brushed my jaw, my whole body tensed. His touch was careful, almost too gentle, like he was trying to calm something that was already breaking inside me. I leaned in before I could stop myself. His breath touched my lips, warm and uneven, and for a second everything else disappeared. Then he kissed me. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t soft either. It felt real — deep, searching, like he was trying to find something in me that had been missing for too long. My fingers gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him closer until my chest pressed against his. Th

Chapter Ninety-OneEthan’s POVShe was still beneath me when the silence started to settle again.The kind of silence that doesn’t feel peaceful the type that waits for something to break.Her skin was warm against mine, but her eyes had that same quiet storm I’d seen before. Not fear. Not regret. Something in between.I didn’t move right away. My body was heavy, my heartbeat still uneven. I watched her the way her lips parted when she tried to breathe, the way she didn’t look away even though she wanted to.Her hand moved to my chest. Just a light touch. It wasn’t to push me away. It was something else. A check that I was still real. Still here.“You should rest,” I said quietly.Her fingers stilled. “You’re leaving?”I shook my head. “Not yet.”She nodded, but her expression didn’t change. Her eyes drifted to the ceiling, lost in the flicker of firelight that painted across it. I could almost see the thoughts running behind them all the things she wasn’t ready to say out loud.I bru

Chapter Ninety-ThreeMaya’s POVThe fire had burned lower, but the room was still warm.His body was still close, our hands still tangled where he’d held me down. I could feel every slow rise of his chest, every rough breath that brushed against my skin. For a long time, neither of us moved.The silence wasn’t heavy anymore, just full like it didn’t need words to explain what had just happened.I kept my eyes on the ceiling, tracing the faint lines of shadow the firelight made. My pulse was finally starting to calm, but my body was still trembling inside, caught between relief and something deeper.Ethan shifted beside me. The mattress dipped as he turned his head, his eyes finding mine.For a few seconds, we just looked at each other. There wasn’t anything left to say that could make sense of what we’d done.He reached up, brushing his thumb along the side of my jaw. The touch was gentle, almost uncertain.“You should rest,” he said quietly.“I can’t.”“Why?”I swallowed, feeling the

Chapter Ninety-FiveEthan’s POVThe fire had burned low.The glow from it had turned soft, more ember than flame, the kind that barely gave off light anymore. The room felt smaller because of it. Quiet. Heavy.Maya hadn’t moved. She was still resting against my chest, her breathing slow and even. Her skin was warm against mine, her leg tangled with mine beneath the blanket. Now and then, she shifted not to wake, just small movements, the kind that reminded me she was still there.I should’ve gotten up. I should’ve gone to the adjoining room or at least found space to think. But I didn’t move.My hand stayed on her back, tracing the line of her spine in slow circles. It was instinct at this point. Something my body did without asking.She murmured something in her sleep soft, too low for me to catch. Her fingers brushed my ribs again, a quiet touch that made my breath catch before I could stop it.I stared at the ceiling. My mind wouldn’t shut up. Every thought tangled into the next un

Chapter Ninety-SevenMaya’s POVThe fire had burned low, leaving the room dim and warm. The silence between us stretched, not tense but thick, full of everything we hadn’t said. I could still feel where he’d touched me, the ghost of it staying long after his hand had left.Ethan stood near the window now, half-dressed, the light catching on his shoulders. His back was straight, but I could tell by the way his hand flexed at his side that his mind wasn’t still. Neither was mine.I sat on the bed, trying to slow my breathing. My skin still felt flushed, my body too aware of the space between us. I told myself to speak, to say something that would make this feel less heavy, but no words came. It was like I was caught somewhere between wanting him to come closer and needing him to stay away.He turned slowly, eyes finding mine. The quiet sound of his footsteps filled the room as he crossed to me again. Every step made my pulse trip faster. When he stopped in front of me, he didn’t say any