Burning Fate: A Love That Keep Coming Back

The Gravity Between Us : Ep 21

Ian leaned back on his couch, the weight of the day pressing heavily on him. He had barely taken a sip of his drink when a knock at the door broke through the silence. He frowned, glancing at the clock. It was late.

When he opened the door, Sanmon stood there, her figure outlined by the dim porch light. She looked hesitant, her arms crossed loosely, her gaze flickering away before meeting his. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

"Sanmon?" Ian finally said, his voice low with surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"I needed to talk to you," she said, shifting slightly. Her voice was steady, but her hands betrayed her nerves. "Can I come in?"

Ian nodded, stepping aside. His heart thudded in his chest as she walked past him, her scent—familiar yet distant—stirring a thousand memories at once. She sat on the couch, and Ian followed, taking the far end, the space between them charged but heavy with unspoken tension.

They sat in silence for a beat too long. Ian's eyes studied her, the way her slightly shorter hair curled at the ends, the way her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her jacket. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft but firm.

"I heard about you and Sara," she said, looking at him. "Was it because of me?"

Ian let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "No," he said, his voice steady but low. "It wasn't because of you. Sara and I... we weren't right for each other. She knew it. I knew it."

Sanmon tilted her head slightly, her gaze searching his. "But you kissed me at the event," she said bluntly. "Did you tell her?"

Ian nodded. "I did. I told her everything. I couldn't keep lying to her—or to myself." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Sanmon, I've spent years trying to get away   from you. I thought if I could be with someone as amazing as Sara, I'd finally be able to forget. But I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't let you go."

Her breath hitched, and she looked away, her jaw tightening. "Ian... you don't get to say these things to me after everything. You don't get to just show up in my life again and act like—"

"I'm not acting," Ian interrupted, his voice raw with emotion. He stood, taking a step closer to her. "I know I hurt you, Sanmon. I know I don't deserve a second chance. But I'm here, standing in front of you, because I can't keep pretending that what we had wasn't real. I can't keep running from it."

She stood too, backing up slightly, her arms wrapping around herself. "I don't know if I can do this, Ian. I've rebuilt my life. I don't know if I can trust you—or us—again."

Ian's chest tightened at her words, and he took another cautious step closer. "You don't have to trust me right now. Just... stay. Give me this moment."

Sanmon hesitated, her heart pounding. Ian reached out, his fingers gently brushing against hers. She looked up at him, her breath caught in her throat.

"Please," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Stay."

Ian leaned in closer, his hand gently brushing against Sanmon's waist as she leaned back against the couch handle. Their gazes locked, the air between them thick with tension. His lips hovered near hers, his breath warm against her skin.

Her chest rose and fell as she held her ground, her eyes flickering between his lips and his eyes. Ian's hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer as though afraid she might slip away. Slowly, his lips met hers, tentative but unyielding.

Sanmon froze for a brief moment, her body stiffening at the contact. But as his lips moved against hers, she melted into the kiss, her hands finding their way to his neck. The kiss deepened, their bodies instinctively moving closer.

Ian's hand traveled downward, his fingers grazing the waistband of her pants, his touch igniting a spark in her. She startled, her hand quickly reaching to hold his. "Ian," she said breathlessly, her voice trembling. "Wait..."

He stopped instantly, his gaze softening as his hand stilled. "Sorry," he murmured, his voice low and thick with emotion. "I didn't mean to push you."

Sanmon stared at him, her lips slightly parted as she searched his face for hesitation. Instead, all she saw was longing, a depth of emotion she hadn't expected. She let go of his hand, wrapping her arms around his neck instead.

"Don't stop," she whispered, pulling him back into a kiss.

Ian groaned softly against her lips, his hands sliding back to her waist as he kissed her with more urgency. In one smooth motion, he lifted her off the couch, cradling her in his arms like a child. She gasped, her arms tightening around his shoulders as he held her close.

"Still okay?" he murmured against her lips, his eyes flicking to hers for confirmation.

She nodded, her cheeks flushed. "Yes," she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"I missed you," he murmured between kisses, his voice raw. "Every part of you."

Sanmon tilted her head back as his lips traveled to her neck, her breath catching when he found a sensitive spot. She gasped softly, her hands clutching his shoulders. 

"Ian," she whispered, her voice wavered .

He stood again, carrying her effortlessly toward the bedroom. Her legs wrapped around his waist as their lips found each other's once more, a tangle of heat and desperation. By the time they reached the bed, her shirt was halfway undone, and his jacket was long forgotten on the floor.

Ian laid her down gently, following her onto the bed as their bodies moved in sync.

The bed creaked softly as they moved together, the rhythm of their breaths the only sound in the quiet room. Sanmon's back arched as Ian's hands gripped her waist, his movements deliberate yet unrestrained. Her fingers clutched the sheets tightly, her head tilting back as their bodies reached a perfect harmony.

When it was over, they stayed wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies still tangled together. Sanmon shifted slightly, her hand trailing over his chest as she met his gaze.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly, her fingers brushing against his jaw. "For everything. The slap... the way I left things... did it hurt?"

Ian's lips quirked into a faint smile as he looked at her. "I deserved it," he admitted, his hand reaching up to gently touch her cheek. "I couldn't think straight when I saw you . I messed up."

"You're good at that," Sanmon teased lightly, her lips curling into a small smile.

Ian chuckled softly, pulling her closer until their foreheads touched. "Yeah, well, you're the only one who can put up with my mess."

She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed as her fingers lazily traced circles on his chest. "Ian... do you ever stop to think how complicated we are?"

"Every day," he replied, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "And I don't care. Complicated or not, you're still the only person I've ever really wanted."

Sanmon stared at him, her eyes glistening. "You're something else ," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

"And you're here," Ian countered, brushing his thumb along her cheek. "That's all that matters."

For the first time in what felt like forever, the tension between them faded into something simpler. Something that felt like home.

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