A Night of Confessions and an Unforgettable Heat
The house was silent.
Empty.
Darkness settled in every corner, the quiet so deep that I could hear my own breathing.
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the night pressing down on me.
I was alone.
For the first time in a long while, there was no sound of my dad's voice calling from downstairs, no distant hum of my grandparents chatting in the living room, no clatter of dishes in the kitchen.
Just me.
And an endless silence.
I thought I would be okay with it.
But maybe... I had gotten too used to something else.
Too used to someone else.
The thought barely settled in my mind when suddenly-
The door clicked open.
A cold breeze slipped inside, and before I could even react, a familiar voice broke the silence.
"You didn't lock the door. Are you an idiot?"
Heart.
I sat up, my brows furrowing. "What are you doing here?"
He stepped in, closing the door behind him.
"Did you expect me not to come?"
"The exams are over," I said. "You don't have to tutor me anymore."
Heart simply shrugged. "I didn't come to tutor you."
The weight in my chest shifted.
His voice was calm, but something about him felt different.
Something about tonight felt different.
A Confession That Changed Everything
Heart walked toward me, his hands tucked in the pockets of his hoodie.
"You're alone," he stated.
"Yeah," I muttered. "My family left earlier today."
"So you really stayed behind."
I nodded. "I have my exams. You know that."
Heart sighed. "You could've just gone with them."
"And leave you here?" The words slipped out before I could stop them.
The second they did, Heart looked at me.
His lips parted slightly, as if caught off guard.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
And then-he stepped closer.
"Beat." His voice dropped, quieter than before.
I swallowed, my heart pounding.
"What?"
"Why do you always act like I'm the only one who matters?"
His question froze me.
Because I didn't have an answer.
Or maybe-I did.
Maybe, I just wasn't ready to say it.
The air between us thickened.
He took another step.
So close now that I could see the way his lashes cast shadows over his cheeks, so close that the heat from his body reached me.
"Beat."
His voice had a weight to it.
A weight that I understood.
A weight that I had felt for so long but never dared to acknowledge.
"Do you feel it too?" he whispered.
I did.
Of course, I did.
I had felt it in every moment we spent together.
In every glance.
Every touch.
Every second we stood too close but pretended we didn't notice.
"Say it." His voice was low, almost pleading. "Just once."
I opened my mouth.
And this time-I didn't stop myself.
"I do."
Heart sucked in a quiet breath.
And then, his fingers curled into my hoodie, pulling me close.
Not kissing.
Not touching.
Just holding.
As if the moment itself was enough.
As if the confession alone had changed everything.
And maybe-it had.
A Night We Would Never Forget
We didn't talk after that.
We didn't need to.
Instead, we lay down together on the same bed.
The silence was filled with something unspoken.
Something deep.
Something burning.
I turned on my side, facing him.
Heart was already looking at me.
Neither of us moved.
Neither of us looked away.
Then-his hand touched mine.
Slowly.
Gently.
As if testing the warmth between us.
My breath hitched.
The air in the room grew thick.
Heavy.
My fingers curled slightly, pressing against his palm, and Heart let out the softest breath.
He moved closer.
The space between us disappeared.
His fingers ghosted over my wrist, then my arm, his touch barely there but enough to make my skin tingle.
"You're warm," he murmured.
My throat went dry.
"You're not," I whispered back.
His lips tilted up.
Then-his hand trailed lower.
Over my ribs.
To my waist.
His fingers curled slightly, tugging at the fabric of my hoodie.
A slow burn spread through my skin, a heat so deep that it made my pulse race.
Then-he leaned in.
Not kissing me.
Not touching my lips.
But his breath-it fanned against my neck.
His lips ghosted over my jaw, my throat, my collarbone.
A shiver ran down my spine.
This was different.
Deeper.
Hotter.
So slow but so consuming.
His hand slid under my hoodie, fingers barely brushing against my bare stomach.
I let out a shaky breath.
Heart stilled.
Then-he did it again.
This time, slower.
Testing.
Waiting.
"You okay?" he murmured, voice husky.
I nodded, my breath uneven.
He pressed closer.
His lips barely touched the curve of my neck-not a kiss, but something close.
Something so much worse.
I clenched my fists, trying to keep myself grounded.
But it was impossible.
Heart was everywhere.
His warmth.
His breath.
His touch.
His scent.
It wrapped around me-drowning me in something I never wanted to escape from.
And for the first time ever-
I didn't fight it.
Falling Asleep in the Heat of Each Other
We didn't go further.
We didn't need to.
But we stayed there, tangled together in the darkness, hearts beating as one.
I felt his breath against my skin.
Felt his fingers brush over my side.
Felt the warmth between us refuse to fade.
And for the first time, as I closed my eyes-
I wasn't afraid anymore.
Because I knew.
Heart was here.
And he wasn't leaving.
