Rebirth: Love me Again

[EVE]

"Want to join me for a bath?" Cole's voice broke through my thoughts, low and teasing.

I blinked, startled. "H-huh?" My mind blanked, unable to process his sudden suggestion.

Before I could say more, he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me from behind. His embrace was firm, steady, and undeniably comforting. He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin as he nipped gently at my ear, making me shiver.

"It'll help you forget . . . some of the bad stuff," he murmured, his voice soft yet filled with meaning.

For a moment, I stood frozen, caught between surprise and something deeper. The day's exhaustion, the weight of the unanswered questions, and the ache of disappointment began to melt away in the warmth of his presence.

There was something about the way Cole held me—like he knew exactly how to ease my turmoil without needing to say much. His touch, both playful and tender, reminded me that, even in the face of uncertainty, I didn't have to face it alone.

I turned slightly in his arms, meeting his gaze. There was a hint of a playful smile on his lips, but his eyes held nothing but genuine affection and concern. That mix of teasing confidence and quiet support—it was so undeniably him. And it was exactly what I needed.

"Alright," I whispered, my lips curving into a faint smile. "But only if you promise not to get carried away." It was a joke of course. He and I both knew that we're a ticking time bomb if we're together.

He chuckled, the sound rich and light, chasing away the last remnants of my gloom. "I'll try, but no promises."

As he took my hand, leading me toward the bath, I realized that, while the answers I sought might still be far away, I had something just as precious right here—someone willing to walk beside me, hold me through the dark, and make me feel safe even when everything else felt uncertain.

And for now, that was enough.

The bathtub was wide and inviting, steam rising gently from the warm water. Yet before we could sink into its depths, Cole guided me toward the shower instead, his hands steady, his gaze locked on mine.

Slowly, with deliberate care, he began undressing me. His fingers worked skillfully, sliding each piece of clothing from my body, his eyes never once leaving mine.

There was something intense, almost reverent, in the way he looked at me, as though I were something precious to him.

When I stood before him in nothing but my undergarments, he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, his voice low and laced with desire, "You're so beautiful, Eve. There's no way I can resist you."

A shiver coursed through me as his finger traced a slow, teasing line along the curve of my collarbone, down toward the top slope of my breasts. My skin prickled under his touch, each gentle caress awakening a fire deep within me.
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"Do you want me?" he asked, his lips brushing my earlobe before he nipped it lightly.

The heat pooled low in my belly, and instead of answering with words, I lifted my hands, fingers trembling slightly as they went to the buttons of his shirt. One by one, I unfastened them, all while holding his gaze, refusing to look away.

"Do you want me?" I echoed his question, my voice barely a whisper, carrying both challenge and longing.

His eyes darkened, the playful glint replaced by something far more primal. In one swift movement, he pressed me gently yet firmly against the cool tiles of the shower wall, his body flush against mine.

"Don't tempt me," he warned, his voice husky and edged with restraint. "Or you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

A soft laugh escaped my lips, breathy and light. I trailed my fingers over his bare chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath my touch. "You keep saying that," I murmured, my voice playful, "but I can still walk just fine."

His expression shifted, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before he leaned in, brushing his mouth over mine. "Be careful, Eve," he murmured against my lips, his tone rich with promise. "This teasing mouth of yours might need to be punished."

Before I could respond, he captured my lips in a deep, searing kiss. His lips moved with both urgency and tenderness, claiming mine in a way that left me breathless. My hands worked quickly, pushing his shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall forgotten to the floor.

The kiss deepened, turning heated, his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth, each stroke leaving me craving more. He reached behind me, deftly unclasping my bra before sliding the straps down my arms. The cool air kissed my skin for only a second before his hands replaced it, warm and possessive, pulling me closer to him.

Water rained down over us, a steady cascade like a waterfall, soaking our hair, our skin, as the tension between us grew unbearable. He made quick work of the last of our clothing, his movements sure yet unhurried, savoring every second as though he had all the time in the world to explore me.

His hands slid down my sides, caressing every curve as if committing each one to memory. I gasped softly, my head falling back against the wall as his lips left mine, trailing kisses down the length of my neck, each touch sending waves of pleasure rippling through me.

His knee pressed gently against my core, sending a rush of heat through me as our mouths moved hungrily against each other, desperate for each other's warmth.

My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, seeking support as we lost ourselves in the intoxicating dance of our tongues. Every kiss, every touch, left me trembling with need. I knew there was no turning back after this—and I didn't want to. All I wanted was him, here and now.

Wrapped in the warmth of the water and his embrace, the world outside faded into nothing. In that moment, it was just us—two souls intertwined, lost in the heat and the passion that bound us together.