The Love Song (GXG)

Part two - Chapter 10

Clara's POV

I lost all self-control when she turned to face me. It was as though my very being moved toward hers, reaching for a connection that was undeniable. I couldn't stop staring at her, despite knowing that it made her uncomfortable. I was captivated by her every feature - features I'd been deprived of seeing for far too long. As she gazed up at me, all I wanted was to lean down and capture her lips with my own, despite being aware that it might cause her to ask me to leave, I couldn't resist the urge to lean down and kiss her. My desire for her was insatiable, overpowering any rational thought or action.

My gaze was drawn to her lips, and before I knew it, my hand was caressing her face. My thumb brushed over her lips, the very same ones I longed to kiss. I struggled to find a justification for my intense emotions towards her - I couldn't just admit that I was madly infatuated. But deep down, I knew that I had gone too far. As I pretended to wipe something from her lips, I hoped she would believe my excuse and not see through my desire.

I attempted a smile to ease the tension in the room. As I looked back into her eyes, I saw a familiar want and need reflecting back at me. I scanned her face for any signs of objection, but there were none. Before I knew it, her hand reached out and tugged at my shirt - it was a clear sign to move closer. As I closed the distance between us, my entire body was on fire with anticipation. Was this really happening?

That's when I heard her whispering something that I never thought I'd hear again. I wasn't sure if I'd heard her correctly, but there it was - she was asking me to kiss her. In that moment, my mind started working furiously. Would it be right to kiss her now? I didn't want to take advantage of her vulnerability. I knew that she was feeling lonely and was sick, so perhaps it was better if I pretended that I didn't hear her. I couldn't bear the thought of her regretting the kiss after it happened and asking me to leave. It would break my heart, especially since we hadn't talked about anything that had happened between us.

But in that moment, my body had a mind of its own, as if it had been waiting for this moment for five long years. It decided to leave me behind and act. It leaned down, and the distance between us continued to decrease until there was none left. I took her lips between my own and felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my body as our lips met. She let out a soft moan, which made my knees weaken. My body reacted to her touch as though it had been deprived of oxygen for years. My heart was beating so fast in my chest that I thought it might stop altogether. It was as if time had stood still since she left me five years ago, and in that moment, everything around us faded away.

That's when I lost all control and lifted her in my arms, placing her on the kitchen counter. I stood between her legs and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her closer to me. As I licked her upper lip, I asked for entrance, and her lips slightly parted, granting me access. My tongue slipped inside her mouth, and I took my time caressing every inch of it. I never knew that craving someone's presence could be so overpowering until the day she left me. It felt as if all the feelings I had for her started rushing through my veins, lighting up the darkest places in my soul. I needed her closer.

Her breathing got heavier, and our kiss started to slow down, signaling that she needed air. I could feel that she was going to pull away, and I braced myself for the inevitable. As much as I wanted this moment to last forever, I knew that the moment our lips parted, reality would set in. She would tell me to leave, regretting the impulse of desire that brought us together. I feared that I would be left heartbroken all over again, without even a chance to be heard.

As I feared, she placed her hand on my chest and pulled away. Her chest was heaving, and her lips were parted. My lipstick was smudged all over her lips and chin, and her hair was a mess from my grip. Despite the disheveled appearance, she looked beautiful to me. I had made her unravel, and in that moment, I couldn't help but feel that she is mine.

Her expression suddenly changed to concern, and she reached out to grab my face with both her hands. Her thumbs were caressing my cheeks, and she asked me with a worried tone, "Clara? What's wrong?"

At first, I was confused and couldn't respond. Then I realized that she wasn't caressing my face; she was wiping away the tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. I stared deeply into her eyes, knowing what was coming next.

"Is this where you tell me to leave?" I struggled to hold back my tears as my voice cracked with emotion.

Her eyebrows furrowed in concern as if my words had caused her pain. Still, she didn't let go of my face. Instead, she continued to carefully wipe my tears away, suggesting that it was more than a mere impulse. It seemed like she did it as if she genuinely wanted to comfort me.

She rested her forehead against mine and clung to the back of my neck, pulling me closer to her body. She let out a heavy sigh, as if a massive weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

"I've achieved my dream of becoming a producer. In fact, I've even exceeded my expectations and am now considered successful. But despite all that, I often find myself wondering why I'm not happy," she finally spoke, her voice tinged with weakness and pain.

"Why are you feeling unhappy?" I asked. Though I was enjoying the warmth of her embrace, a bleak feeling settled over me. My heart squeezed painfully in my chest, silently begging her to hold onto me this time.

"I am beginning to think that happiness can only be found in one thing," she uttered softly, closing her eyes as if coming to a hated realization.

"What is that one thing?" I asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"In love," she whispered in a hushed tone.

"I never stopped loving you," the words escaped from my mouth, eager to reassure her that she could find love in me.

"I think I never stopped loving you too, and that's the problem," she said as she caressed the back of my ear with her thumb.

"Angel, that day..," I started to say, but she put her finger on my lips and let out a soft "shh."

"Let's not ruin the moment by discussing the past," her body stiffened in my arms, making me lose all the courage I mustered. I nodded and decided to stay quiet, enjoying her warm embrace.

"What's next?" I asked, wanting to understand where do we stand.

"I don't know," she responded deflecting the question. "How about we relax and watch a movie?" She suggested, avoiding the deeper conversation.

Feeling helpless, I slowly nodded and followed her to the room. I knew I didn't do anything wrong, but I realized that I had to go along with what she wanted if there was any chance of explaining myself to her one day. However, the thought of it brought me so much pain, and I could sense that it wasn't going to be easy.

Prepared to watch a movie, we took a seat on the couch,As the opening credits of the movie rolled, I couldn't help but steal glances at her. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, but I could sense that something was bothering her. I knew I had hurt her deeply, and as much as I wanted to explain myself, I knew that now wasn't the time.

She leaned against my shoulder, and my heart began to race once again. In that moment, all my worries disappeared. I didn't care if things got difficult or if she decided to throw challenges at me. I was determined to be strong for both of us.

My only goal was to prove to her that I never cheated on her. I never wanted to hurt her, and I was a victim in all of this, just as much as she was. I was willing to do whatever it took to be able to sit like this with her every day for the rest of our lives.

As the warmth of her body pressed against me, I placed my arm around her and pulled her closer. It was hard to imagine how things would unfold, but I knew that with her by my side, I could face anything that came our way.

As we cuddled on the couch, wrapped up in each other's embrace, time seemed to stand still. I rested my head on hers, feeling the soft, silky strands of her hair brush against my cheek. She snuggled even closer to me, her hand finding its way onto my chest.

We didn't even need to watch the movie - we were both content just to be held in each other's arms. I never wanted this moment to end. Her touch, her warmth, her very being - all of it was intoxicating.

I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the peacefulness of the moment. For a little while, everything else seemed to melt away, leaving only her and me.