Winter

When he saw me, he looked like the wind had been knocked out of him. He stepped back slightly, his eyes wide. "Winter?" he said, his voice strained. What are you doing here?" "I'm Looking for a studio of my own," I replied, my voice cool. It's a beautiful space."

The tension was thick. FUCK His gaze roamed over my body, lingering on the hem of my skirt and the curve of my breasts beneath the sheer fabric. "It is," he said, his voice low. "It's perfect for what you do."

We stood there, neither of us moving, the silence stretching on for what felt like an eternity. "H-How have you been?" he asked. "Happy," I said with a flat tone. How's baby Nia?" I asked, glaring directly into his eyes.

He swallowed hard, looking away. "She's good, getting bigger," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "Thanks for asking." I nodded, my eyes never leaving his. "So, are we going to share this space, or will you let me have it?" I asked a hint of challenge in my tone.

Sensing the tension, the realtor cleared her throat. "I'll just give you two some privacy to discuss it," she said, backing away. I'll be in touch with both of you." With a quick smile, she disappeared out of the door, leaving us alone in the empty space.

Sage ran a hand over his bald head, looking around the room nervously. "Winter, I didn't expect to see you here, " he said.

He stepped closer, and his cologne filled my nostrils; the heat from his body warmed me. "Yeah, funny how life works out," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. His proximity was intoxicating, and my traitorous body responded with a flutter in my stomach. "What are you working on these days?" I asked, changing the subject.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes searched mine. "Just trying to keep busy," he said, his voice gruff. "You know, the usual." I nodded, trying to ignore the way my heart was racing. "Look, I know this is awkward, but I need to tell you something."

Fuck. What was he going to say? Did he still love me? Did he regret what happened? "What is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He reached out, his hand hovering over my shoulder before he thought better of it and dropped it to his side. "I've missed you," he said, the words heavy with emotion. Every day." I took a step back, my heart racing. Sage, please don't do this."

All the emotions I pushed away came flooding back, a torrent of love, longing, and regret. I didn't know if I was strong enough to keep pushing him away. He looked at me with those intense brown eyes, and for a moment, I felt like I could drown in them. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as if it was holding its breath, waiting for me to make a move.

"Winter," he said, taking a step closer. "I know I fucked up, but I can't stop thinking about you." "Thoughts of you... fucking haunt me."

I could feel the heat radiating from him, and it was all I could do not to lean into his warmth. But I knew that if I did, there would be no turning back. I had to be strong for Dontae, for our marriage, for the life we were building together. "Sage," I began, my voice wavering slightly. "We can't do this."

He took a step closer, his eyes searching mine. "I know," he said, his voice thick with longing. "But I can't help how I feel." I could feel my body responding to his proximity. My skin was on fire, both my ears were ringing, my heart felt like it was trying to escape my chest. Why did he have to be so damn tempting? Why did my body betray me like this every time he was near me?

I took a deep breath, willing my racing heart to slow down. "I have to go," I said, turning away from him. "We can't be here alone together."

Sage's hand on my arm stopped me. "Please," he said, his voice desperate. "Just let me explain."

I faced him, my eyes searching his. "What is it to explain?" I whispered. "You chose your path, and I chose mine," I said, choking back a sob.

He looked at me for a moment, his eyes filled with pain. "No! Winter." "I chose you, and you chose Dontae." He said with his voice cracking.

"I know," I said, gently removing his hand from my arm. "But that's not what I meant.

He took a step back, confusion clouding his features. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," I swallowed back tears, trying to speak through tightening vocal cords. "I know you love me," the tears stinging my eyes. I felt my resolve crumbling fast. But I'm married to Dontae. We're trying to make this work."

He looked at me, the raw emotion in his eyes threatening to shatter my resolve entirely, "Winter?" His voice was a whisper. "Can you tell me that you don't love me back?"

My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. "Sage..." I began, but his hand was already on my cheek, turning my face to meet his gaze. His eyes searched mine, looking for something - an answer, a spark, a sign that I didn't love him.

Look at me," he whispered, "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me."

The weight of his words was like a physical force pushing down on me. I could feel the world around us dissolve into a sea of whispers and distant sounds. At that moment, all I could do was look into the eyes that had once held the power to make me feel invincible and tell him the truth that was tearing me apart. "I can't," I murmured. "I can't tell you that." He leaned into me, his lips touching mine. "I love you so much, Winter."

His kiss was like a warm summer breeze, wrapping around me and filling me with a sense of home I hadn't felt in so long. His arms around me, his scent of powder and coconut, so familiar yet forbidden. My pussy was throbbing at a rapid pace, begging for his touch for the connection we had lost. His hand slid down my side, tracing the curve of my waist before resting on my hip. I could feel his arousal pressing against me, a silent confession of his own longing.

"I love you, Sage," I whispered against his mouth, my voice trembling with the intensity of the words. His grip tightened, pulling me closer, his kiss deepening. It was as if he was trying to devour me, to claim every part of me that he had lost. His tongue danced with mine, a passionate tango that echoed the dance of our hearts.

His hand slid up my body, pausing briefly at my waist before traveling to the swell of my breast. He cupped it gently, his thumb brushing over the peak of my nipple. I gasped into his mouth, the sensation sending a bolt of desire straight to my core.

"Can I taste you, Winter?" he murmured against my skin, his breath hot and desperate. His question hung in the air, thick with the promise of what would come. My body screamed 'yes' even as my mind whispered 'no.' But the battle was lost the moment his lips touched mine.

With a gentle but firm grip, Sage lifted me off the floor, his arms wrapping around my thighs and hoisting me onto the counter. The cool marble sent a shiver through me, heightening the heat of his touch. His hands slid under my shirt, his thumbs brushing over the lace of my bra. I could feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric, setting my body alight.

He pulled back, his eyes searching my face for any sign of protest, but all he found was a need. Slowly, he leaned in, his mouth tracing a fiery path along my neck and collarbone. His teeth grazed my skin, sending delicious jolts of pleasure through me. I shrugged my coat off, and he slipped my sheer shirt off over my head. I pulled my full breasts from my bra.

Sage's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of my bare chest. He leaned in, capturing a nipple between his lips, biting down gently before soothing the sting with a soft suckle. The sensation was exquisite, making my toes curl and my back arch. His other hand roamed my waist, his fingertips brushing the waistband of my skirt. I could feel the fabric sliding down my legs as he kissed his way down my body.

I was lost in the moment, my thoughts consumed by the sensation of his mouth on my skin. His hands were everywhere, exploring me as if he were memorizing every inch of me. He pushed me back gently on the counter and spread my legs.