(Ethan's POV)
The car was a tense, silent space. The remnants of my rage still simmered, battling with the raw, undeniable need to hold her close. I'd acted impulsively, possessively, a primal urge to claim her as mine. And now, I had to face the consequences.
"I can't lose you again, Claire," I repeated, my voice rough, my eyes fixed on the road. "I can't."
The confession hung in the air, a desperate plea, a raw admission of the fear that gnawed at me. I'd pushed her away, tried to deny my feelings, but the sight of her with another man had shattered my carefully constructed defenses.
She was silent for a moment, her eyes searching mine, her expression a mixture of anger and...something else. Something I couldn't quite decipher.
"You have no right to control me, Ethan," she said, her voice tight, her eyes flashing. "I'm not yours to claim."
"I know," I said, my voice low, my guilt a heavy weight in my chest. "I was wrong. I shouldn't have..."
I trailed off, unable to articulate the apology that clawed at my throat. I'd acted like a fool, a possessive, insecure fool.
"But I can't help it," I confessed, my voice rough, my eyes pleading. "I can't stand the thought of you with someone else."
The honesty, the raw vulnerability, it was a risk. A risk I had to take.
She hesitated, her eyes searching mine, her expression softening. "Why, Ethan?" she asked, her voice barely audible. "Why does it matter so much?"
"Because I love you," I said, my voice raw, my confession a desperate plea. "Because I've never stopped loving you."
The words hung in the air, a declaration I'd held back for too long. The silence stretched between us, charged with unspoken emotions.
I pulled the car over, my hands gripping the steering wheel, my knuckles white. I turned to her, my eyes pleading, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Claire," I whispered, my voice rough, my eyes locked on hers. "Please, tell me you feel something too."
She hesitated, her eyes filled with a mixture of longing and apprehension. "I..." she began, her voice trembling.
I couldn't wait any longer. I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers. The kiss was desperate, possessive, a raw expression of the jealousy and longing that consumed me.
Her lips were soft, inviting, a silent acknowledgment of the feelings we couldn't deny. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding, a silent proclamation of the desires we could no longer suppress.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, her touch igniting a fire within me. The world outside faded away, replaced by the feel of her skin against mine, the scent of her hair, the sound of her soft moans.
It was a kiss that sealed my jealousy, a possessive claim that erased the distance between us. It was a kiss that spoke of a love that had endured the test of time, a love that was finally ready to be reclaimed.
(Claire's POV)
His confession, his raw, vulnerable plea, it broke through the walls I'd built around my heart. The anger, the frustration, it all faded away, replaced by a raw, undeniable longing.
"Because I love you," he said, his voice rough, his confession a desperate plea. "Because I've never stopped loving you."
The words hung in the air, a declaration I'd waited years to hear. The silence stretched between us, charged with unspoken emotions.
He pulled the car over, his eyes pleading, his heart pounding in his chest. "Claire," he whispered, his voice rough, his eyes locked on mine. "Please, tell me you feel something too."
I hesitated, my eyes filled with a mixture of longing and apprehension. I wanted to tell him, to confess the feelings I'd tried so hard to deny, but I was afraid. Afraid of getting hurt again, afraid of opening myself up to the possibility of love.
"I..." I began, my voice trembling.
But before I could finish, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. The kiss was desperate, possessive, a raw expression of the jealousy and longing that consumed him.
My resistance crumbled. His touch was like a fire, igniting a passion I'd tried to suppress. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my touch mirroring his desperation.
The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding, a silent proclamation of the desires we could no longer deny. It was a kiss that erased the distance between us, a kiss that reclaimed the love we'd lost.
It was a kiss that sealed his jealousy, a possessive claim that made my heart race. It was a kiss that spoke of a love that had endured the test of time, a love that was finally ready to be reclaimed.
When we finally broke apart, our breaths mingled, our eyes locked, the silence was thick with unspoken emotions. The anger, the frustration, it was all gone, replaced by a raw, undeniable need.
"I feel something, Ethan," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I feel everything."
His eyes softened, a raw, honest emotion filling them. "Then stay with me, Claire," he whispered back, his voice rough. "Don't leave me again."
"I won't," I whispered back, my voice trembling. "I promise."
The promise hung in the air, a fragile vow, a testament to the love we were finally ready to embrace.