All Chapters of Kiss me 2.1: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

144 Chapters

Chapter 1 — The Door of the Unknown

ClaraThe sky is low, heavy like my tired eyelids. A fine rain traces gray veins on the windows of the French door, blurring the view of the impeccably manicured garden that I myself planted over the years. Every flowerbed, every bush has a story. Hours spent digging, watering, shaping… to make this house a cocoon. My cocoon.Nothing is left to chance here. Not the cushions rigorously aligned on the pearl-gray sofa, not the white linen curtains I wash every fortnight, not even the scent of cinnamon and smoked wood lingering in the air since I relit the candle near the fireplace. Everything here speaks of me. Of us. At least, that's what I believed.I glance at the wall clock. 6:47 PM. Éric is late. Again. The little second hand seems to dance with a mocking grin. I've stopped asking him questions. I know the answers: "a meeting that ran late," "the ring road was jammed," "a colleague in trouble." Always something. Always a reason. And yet… this slow drift between us, I feel it, like y

Chapter 2 — The Game of Lies

ÉricI'm having trouble breathing. Not because I'm nervous—well, not only. It's this damn house. Lately, it seems to judge me. Every wall, every piece of furniture, every silence becomes a mute accusation. Even everyday objects the rug Clara loves, the ceramic vase we brought back from Siena, the curtains she chose so carefully remind me of what I've betrayed.And tonight, I've added more poison to the air.Jade.When she got out of the car, in the rain, with that smile she knows how to dose so well… I felt my throat tighten. She is both my mistake and my temptation. My downfall, perhaps. But too late. She's here. And now, I have to manage. Find the unstable balance between audacity and caution, between what I show and what I hide.Clara.Her look when she saw us… I recognize it. It's not anger. Not yet. It's that sharp intuition, that kind of sixth sense women have when something changes. She doesn't know. Not precisely. But she senses. And that "sensing" is a thousand times more dan

Chapter 3 — Where It All Began

ÉricI can't sleep.The silence in the bedroom is almost oppressive. You hear nothing, except Clara's steady breathing, lying beside me. Or maybe she's pretending. Clara has this way of retreating without a sound, of slipping away without shouting, but her absence is felt like a silent slap. The sheet between us becomes a wall. An invisible frontier. A barrier I haven't crossed for weeks. Since her.Jade.Always her.She haunts me. In my insomnia, in the corridors of my mind, in every vacant space of my body that Clara no longer touches. She's there, like a persistent echo. I close my eyes, and it's not memories of my marriage that come back. It's hers. Her laughs, her hands, her voice deep, slightly husky, that grain in her intonations that drills into my memory.I let her in, worse: I called her.And it all started eight months ago.In Lyon.A legal conference like so many others. Three days of flat presentations, unreadable PowerPoints, limp discussions on case law. I came out of o

Chapter 4 — The Point of No Return

ÉricThe door to her room opens before I even knock.She knew.She was waiting for me, naked under a half-open black kimono, like a provocation. No useless words. No pretense. Her gaze pierces through me. I feel like I'm suffocating already, even before entering.I take a step.She slowly backs away, turns her back to me. The fabric barely slips over her shoulders, revealing the perfect curve of her back, her offered nape. She still doesn't speak. She doesn't need to. Everything, in her body, in her slowness, in her way of precisely ignoring me, calls to me.I close the door. There's only us. The air is warm, almost humid. A dim lamp casts a soft light on the unmade bed. A slight scent of black fig and incense hangs in the air. Intimate. Dangerous. As if this room were not a place, but a fault line.She stops at the foot of the bed, puts her glass on the low table, then turns to me. Slowly. She stares at me without blinking.— You came.— I don't know why.— Yes, you do.Her words are

Chapter 5 — The Weight of Silence

ÉricIt's almost four in the morning when I leave the hotel.The corridor is silent, covered in thick carpet, muffling my steps as if even the place was ashamed of me. The elevator descends slowly, too slowly. My reflection in the metal panels sends back a troubled image: red eyes, crumpled shirt, mouth marked by another's kisses. With a swipe of my sleeve, I try to erase what I've become. Pointless.The city sleeps.Lyon stretches in a spectral calm. The rare cars cross my path without stopping. The shop windows are dark. The trees tremble softly in the night wind. Dead leaves slide on the sidewalk like confessions you try to flee.I walk fast, hands in pockets, coat collar turned up. Not to warm myself. To hide.I didn't take a taxi. I don't want to go home too fast. I want to feel my legs burn, my heart pound under my ribs. I want to deserve some of the pain I should feel. But everything is confused. What I feel is something else. A damp torpor, a tension between shame and desire.

Chapter 6 — The Echo of Longing

ÉricThe office oppresses me.More than ever.Yet I came here to flee. Flee the bedroom. Flee Clara. Flee the memory of the previous night, of her voice soft as a verdict, of her measured breath in the dark. Flee above all Jade. Ironic sordidness: it's her I find again, as soon as I cross the threshold.Not in flesh. In spirit. In scent. In poison.Everything reminds me of Jade. Even here.The smell of coffee, usually reassuring, burns my throat. The noise of keyboards, distant calls, slamming doors… everything assaults me. My body is here, sitting, impeccable suit, tie well knotted. But inside, it's a desert.I think I've become a shell.An illusion of a man.Colleagues greet me, talk to me. I respond automatically. I smile sometimes. I've learned to pretend. I'm a good liar now. But my hands tremble a little when I sit down. And my stomach twists every time a phone vibrates.Because I'm waiting for a message.Hers.And because I dread it arriving.I imagine her, behind her screen, c

Chapter 7 — The Other Shore

ÉricI knew it would happen.I knew it from the moment I left her, five days earlier, still trembling, still marked by her. It wasn't a flight, nor a deliverance. It was only a reprieve.Since then, everything has lost its taste.Coffee.Conversations, Clara's skin.Even the daylight.I wandered through my daily life like a ghost, promising myself I would hold on. But I was already lying. I was lying to everyone. Especially to myself.And last night, I cracked.Two words sent without thinking:"Where are you?"The answer fell like a guillotine blade."Still within reach of a mistake."Then an address.A discreet hotel, almost hidden in an anonymous alley, two metro stops from my place.Room 608.I didn't reply.I didn't confirm.And yet, tonight, I'm here.In front of this door.My hand suspended.My breath suspended.The world suspended.I knock. Once. Twice.And the door opens.She didn't ask any questions.More beautiful than in my memories.But it's not her beauty that overwhelms

Chapter 8 — Lower Still

ÉricShe stayed in the bathroom for a long time.The water flows beyond the door, like a distant reminder of reality, but here, in the room, everything seems suspended. The sheets still warm from Jade's body. The smell of her skin floating in the air. And me, sitting on the edge of the bed, bare-chested, still quivering.I look at my hands.They tremble slightly.It's not fatigue. It's greed. A lack that returns as soon as the act is over. A new, insidious, silent addiction. It's her. She consumes me. She draws me into a game where I lose every round, and yet, I want to play again.The door opens with a breath. A slight mist invades the room, followed by her body: Jade.Her body still damp, half-goddess, half-demon. Drops slide over her hips, her breasts, her stomach. She has tied a towel at her waist, but it covers nothing. On the contrary, it underlines. Accentuates. Drives crazy.Her hair falls in heavy strands around her face. She doesn't look at me right away. She advances. Depos

Chapter 9 – Possession

ÉricI stayed on my knees for a long time, even after she had drawn back, even after she had disappeared into the bathroom again. The floor is cold, my back is tense, my thighs burn. But I didn't move.Because in that moment, something inside me gave way. A thread. A line.A thought that I was still clinging to an illusion of control.It's over.Jade doesn't just take me.She penetrates me. She devours me. She dissolves me until I am nothing but an echo of a man, a reflection in her eyes, a breath hanging on her lips.Until tonight, there was still a part of me that resisted. Tiny. Stubborn. A voice that said: You can pull back. You can end this.But it has fallen silent. It is dead. Erased by the touch of her fingernails, by the bite of her silence, by that gaze that never wavers.When she returns, she's wearing a black silk robe, her hair casually pinned up, a few strands falling at her temples as if she were sculpted from defiance.She walks barefoot across the carpet, calm, poised

Chapter 10 — Holding the Shadow

ÉricThe room is bathed in warm semi-darkness. The curtains are drawn. The silence is almost unreal, as if this place belonged to another dimension. A world outside time, outside laws, outside myself. A world she built beyond morality, a sanctuary where everything I thought I was becomes ridiculous.Jade lies on the bed, the robe open like a careless offering. One bare leg over the other, one hand on her belly, the other on the pillow, as if holding an invisible scepter. She says nothing. She waits.I stand, still. Hesitating. Balancing on the edge of something. Perhaps of myself.I should speak. Say something. Maybe apologize. Ask her if all this means anything, if there is an "us," an afterward, a reference point. But I have lost language. I have lost my name.She reaches her hand out to me.And I, like a dog called by its mistress, approach. I lie down beside her, without a word, without resistance. My breath aligns with hers. My body moulds to hers with an almost animal compliance

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