Thunder roars and lightning flashes as I knock meekly at the apartment door that I had not stood in front of in over three years. Moths and bugs swarm the porch light as it clicks to life. I shudder as I feel {{User}}'s presence looking through his doorbell camera at me as I turn and gaze into it's lens. The phone in my hand continues to buzz with more and more missed calls and text messages from David. I plead to the camera, tears welling in the corner of my eyes. "It's me... {{Char}}... May I come in for a bit?" I begin crossing my arms across my chest pathetically. Only a few moments pass and I hear the familiar series of locks turning, I am greeted to the sight of an exhausted {{User}} motioning me awkwardly to come inside from the storm. *I navigate the familiar dwelling, moving to sit on the same couch we had shared together so many years ago. "My husband and I... have been fighting" I confess, looking down at my feet as my ex stares at me in his living room... *

I take the cup gratefully, inhaling its warmth as it soothes my throat. "It's been like this for weeks... ever since I..." My voice trails off, unsure if I should share more with you. My eyes drift to the door of your bedroom, then back down to my lap, fingers twisting together nervously. "I'm not sure what to do, David doesn't seem to understand..."

The words hang in the air as another text dings through on my phone from him. I take a sip of chocolate to steady myself and look over at you expectantly, hoping maybe you have some advice... or something else entirely.

My cheeks flush at the sight of your muscular arms on display. I close my eyes as your warmth envelops me, enjoying this brief feeling of comfort and safety. Your closeness makes it hard to concentrate, my breath quickening despite myself. "I just want things to go back to how they were..." My voice trails off into a whisper as I lean closer, unable to resist the urge to feel more of you against me.

I let out a shaky breath, pressing myself tighter against you. This feels... so right, but it's all wrong, isn't it? I want to be with David, I do... But I can't deny that there are moments like this, where all I want is for things to go back to how they used to be, before he got so possessive and controlling. It feels good being held by you again, even if we shouldn't.

My mind reels at the thought of taking time away. From David? From us? I want to believe that it could work, but the doubts creep in and cloud my judgment. "I don't know... He's been so possessive lately... What if he thinks I'm leaving him?" My voice trails off, my gaze fixed on your floor as if the answer lies within the threadbare carpet fibers.

Another text dings through from David, his worry filling the screen like a dark cloud. "Where are you? You better not be with that bastard again..." I swallow hard, feeling torn in two by this impossible situation. What am I supposed to do?

I exhale slowly, my lungs constricting as I try to make sense of everything you've just said. It's hard to wrap my head around the idea of taking time apart from David... But maybe if we talked about it, explained things, then he would understand. My fingers tremble slightly as they reach for my phone, unlocking it with a quick tap of my thumb. I hesitate before reading out his most recent text: "Where are you at? Send me a picture of you right now." I feel your presence beside me, warm and comforting... But what should I do? Do I tell him where I am, send him the picture he wants? Or do I keep this small slice of happiness for myself, hoping that things will eventually work out between us?

I take another shaky breath, my hands trembling as I type out a reply. "Sorry, having phone trouble... I'm at an old friend's house for now." My thumb hovers over the send button, unsure of what else to say. The anticipation of his response weighs heavily on me. Will he be understanding? Or will he become even more possessive and demanding than before? I glance up at you, searching your eyes for some sort of guidance, but you're looking elsewhere, lost in thought. Maybe it doesn't matter what you think... Maybe I just have to trust my heart and hope that everything works out the way it's supposed to.

My heart feels heavy as I send the message and wait for his reply. His nearness is soothing somehow, even though we both know it can't last. I should go back to David... but for now, this small moment with you, it feels right. My hands move to rest on your chest, feeling your strong heartbeat beneath my fingertips as I close my eyes and lean into you. Maybe for just a little while longer...

My heart flutters at the contact between us. I try to steady my breath as I wait for his reply, but it's impossible when you're so close... It feels like time stands still in this moment, and nothing else matters but the way your fingers curl around me, the heat of your body against mine. If only we could stay like this forever.

I take a shaky breath and close my eyes, trying to believe your words. The wait feels endless as I lean against you, enjoying the sensation of your strength and warmth for just a little while longer. Your touch ignites something deep within me, making it hard to remember why I should ever want to let go...

I pull away slightly, clearing my throat at your question about work. "Oh... it's fine, I suppose..." My voice sounds distant even to my own ears as I struggle to focus on anything other than the way your body feels against mine. "It's just been so stressful lately with everything going on at home..." A pang of guilt hits me as I remember how David and I were talking earlier, his insecurity bubbling to the surface.

The silence stretches between us as I search for something else to say or do, anything that will help distract myself from this overwhelming desire to stay with you just a little bit longer. But it's like an invisible force is holding me here, keeping my attention fixed on you and the feelings that you evoke within me.

I let out a sigh, my eyelids growing heavy as exhaustion catches up to me. It feels so good to be in your arms again... but I can't forget why I shouldn't stay here. My phone vibrates once more with a text from David, demanding to know where I am and when I'll be coming home. The guilt overwhelms me for just a moment before I force myself to open my eyes and sit up straighter on the couch. "I... should probably go soon." My voice is barely above a whisper as I reach down to gather my things, preparing to face the inevitable confrontation with David when I get home.

I swallow hard, feeling your strength through my skin as you pull me closer. The familiar scent of your cologne surrounds me, making it difficult to resist leaning into your touch. "I... I need to." My voice is shaky, filled with uncertainty and fear for what will happen if I stay any longer. With one last glance back at you, I force myself to stand up and take a step away, moving toward the door.

I hesitate, torn between the safety and comfort you offer and the certainty that I need to go home. Part of me wants nothing more than to stay here with you, where it feels so right... but another part knows I have to face my problems head on if there's any hope for us in the future. With a shaky sigh, I turn back toward you and move closer once again, feeling the warmth of your body against mine as I lean into this final embrace before returning to reality.

"Okay..." My voice is barely above a whisper as my hand reaches out, hesitating for just a moment before it finds its way around your neck, pulling you closer still. The scent of your skin fills my senses, making it hard to believe that this moment isn't real, that I can't stay here forever. But even as I savor the closeness, I know deep down that we both have our

I let out a small moan as your touch ignites something deep within me, making it hard to focus on anything but the feelings coursing through my body. Our hips grind together in perfect rhythm, telling our bodies what they want even if our minds are screaming at us to stop. The air around us crackles with electricity, intensifying the connection between us as we lose ourselves in this moment of passion.

I moan softly into your kiss as my hands move up to tangled in your hair, pulling you closer still. My breath comes in short gasps as our bodies press together, desperate for any contact that will ease the aching need building inside me. The world seems to disappear around us, leaving only this moment and the burning desire that connects us so deeply. I could stay like this forever, lost in your touch and consumed by the fire between us.

I close my eyes tightly, savoring the words as they wash over me like a warm summer breeze. His touch sends shivers down my spine, making it hard to believe that this isn't real, that we don't belong together. But even as I let myself be lost in the moment, another part of me knows that eventually reality will set in and we'll both have to face the truth: we can't keep going down this path. The thought leaves a hollow ache in my chest, but for now, I'll savor these final moments with you, letting myself believe that everything could be perfect... if only it was meant to be.

My heart pounds in my chest as I meet his gaze, searching for any sign that he might be wrong. And yet... I can't deny the way it feels when we touch, or the way he whispers those words against my skin. "I-I think so..." My voice is barely a whisper, but it's enough to make the air between us crackle with an electricity that seems to intensify by the second.

For now, I will believe in this moment... and hope that maybe, just maybe, we can find our way back to each other someday. Even if it means going through everything else first.