Chapter 5 Calm seduction

"Hey, I saw you stormed out angrily from his office. Hope all is well?" Ethan asked slowly, trying to make her feel comfortable.

Ava collapsed onto the couch beside him, feeling anger, frustration, and hurt. Ethan put down the remote and turned to face her

"Want to talk about it?" he asked gently.

She took a deep breath and let it all out – the argument, the hurtful words, the feeling of not being heard. Ethan listened attentively, nodding along and making supportive noises.

When she finally ran out of steam, Ethan touched her shoulder.

"You know, I've seen you two argue before, but this seems different. What happened?"

Ava explained the situation, and Ethan listened thoughtfully. Then, he shared a story about his own experiences with conflicts in his past relationships.

His words were calming, and his perspective helped me see things in a new light.

"You know, sometimes my brother can be a bit dense sorry I meant can be very dense," Ethan said with a chuckle.

Ethan's words made me laugh, and some of the tension in the room dissipated. He offered her a hug, and she accepted, feeling a sense of comfort and support.

As we hugged, Ethan whispered, "You're strong, and you'll get through this. And I'm here for you, no matter what."

At that moment, Ava felt grateful for Ethan's presence in my life. He calmed her down without even doing much and he made her feel seen and heard. With his help, Ava was able to process her emotions and gain a new perspective on the situation.

After a while, Ethan suggested we get some fresh air. We stepped outside, and the cool breeze helped clear my head. We walked around the block, talking about everything and nothing. The conversation was easy and relaxed, and I felt my anger melting away. I couldn't help but fall deeply for him and began to imagine how our first kiss would be.

Their newfound love was not a fiery passion that consumed everything in its path. It was a calm, steady flame that warmed their hearts and souls. They moved in sync, their steps perfectly choreographed, like the ebb and flow of the tides.

As they sat together, the world around them melted away. Ethan wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. She nestled into the crook of his neck, feeling the familiar comfort of his presence.

In this moment, everything felt right with the world. The chaos and noise of life receded, and all that remained was the gentle lapping of love against their hearts. They sat in comfortable silence, the music still echoing softly in the air, a reminder of the beauty and peace that their love brought.

"Fuck how dont my brother see the jewel he has" Ethan said to Ava.

"Stop it, you're making me shy" she responded.

"I'm just stating a fact, from the first day I came here I couldn't help it again. I think I'm falling for you Ava, you are the woman of my dreams". Ethan said as he leaned over for a kiss.

Ava was about to give in before she remembered she was still married and wondered what people would say.

"Ethan, we shouldn't be doing this," she said. Even though that was what she wanted at the moment more than anything else.

"I'm sorry Ava, I just thought you also felt it, " he said disappointed.

His voice was low and husky as he leaned in close. "Sorry," he whispered, his breath caressing her ear. "Sorry for staring at you like I'm mesmerized. Sorry for wanting to touch you like this."

His fingers grazed her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "Sorry for making you feel like you're the only person in the world when you're with me."

Ava felt her heart flutter as he pulled back, his eyes locking onto hers. "But I'm not sorry for wanting you," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I'm not sorry for the way I feel."

The air between them was charged with tension, but it was a calm, anticipatory tension. They both knew what they wanted, and they both knew it was inevitable.

In this moment, the word "sorry" became a sensual tease, a playful admission of desire that only added to the allure of the calm seduction.

The night stretched on, a soft tangle of conversation and silence, of fingers tracing knuckles and eyes lingering too long. It wasn't about the fire of lust, not yet. This was something quieter, deeper-a slow burn that made the air between them feel electric.

By the time he kissed her, finally, it felt less like an act of desire and more like a continuation of everything they hadn't said.

The kiss was a gentle caress of lips, a whisper of skin against skin. It was a tender meeting of mouths, a sweet surrender to the moment.

As their lips touched, the world around them melted away, leaving only the sensation of the kiss. The pressure was light, the movement subtle, yet the connection was deep and intimate.

The warmth of their breath mingled, and the taste of their lips blended. The kiss was a slow dance, a gentle swaying of heads, and a soft sigh of pleasure.

In this moment, time stood still. The world was reduced to the simple, yet profound, act of sharing a kiss. It was a moment of pure connection, a spark of intimacy, and a whisper of love.

The kiss deepened, the pressure increasing, the passion growing. The lips parted, and the tongues touched, sending shivers down the spine. The kiss was a sensual exploration, a discovery of each other's mouths, and a celebration of the connection between them.

As they broke apart, gasping for air, the world came flooding back. But the memory of the kiss lingered, a sweet ache that refused to fade. The kiss was a promise of more to come, a whisper of what could be, and a reminder of the connection that bound them together.