Chapter 6

*extremely light smut*

I didn’t sleep at all. I spent the whole night tossing and turning, tangled in my sheets. My mind kept replaying the moment–we almost kissed, right? I had to be right about that. I couldn’t be the only one who felt it. There was something there, something real. I wasn’t that delusional… was I? When morning came–though I was already wide awake–I just waited for my alarm to go off before getting up. I threw on something casual and went out to get coffee. The rest of the day dragged on; meetings, investments, more meetings, new projects yada yada. Don’t get me wrong–I love my job–but how was I supposed to function when in just a few hours, Sabrina would be in my house?

Instead of paying attention, I kept drifting off into the most romantic daydreams. Me and her, taking trips together to hidden places no one else knew about. Spontaneous picnics. Late-night beach walks. And kissing her. God, kissing Sabrina. Enzo always says I’m a hopeless romantic–and he’s damn right I am. The second I got home, I started decorating the place with flowers I’d bought earlier that day. Then came the real chaos; finding the perfect outfit. It had to be just right. Casual, but hot. But not too hot. And not too casual either. Ugh.

In the end, I settled on a simple maroon-red cami top, the lace of my bra just barely visible on the top. Soft black cotton shorts, and white Nike socks pulled up to mid-calf. I added silver jewelry and pulled my hair into a messy bun, loose strands framed my face. When I looked in the mirror, it looked effortless. Kind of perfect, in a way. And then… I waited. I was sitting on the couch, leg bouncing non-stop, checking the time on my phone every five seconds. And then I heard it–the doorbell. That was it. I walked over, took a deep breath to calm myself, and opened the door. “Hey” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Hey, y/n” she replied, stepping inside–walking right past me without looking me in the eyes. Not once.

What the hell had happened?

She slipped off her jacket. “Where should I–“. “I’ve got it, love” I cut in gently, reaching out before she could finish. I took it from her hands and hung it on the valet stand. “And here’s your shirt” she said, pulling it out of her oversized handbag and offering it to me. I instinctively raised my hands, stopping her with a soft push backward. “No”. Her brows furrowed, she seemed irritated. “What do you mean ‘no’? Just take it”. Why was she suddenly so cold? Had I done something wrong? “I didn’t mean… I gave it to you” I said quietly, eyes dropping to the floor. I sounded defeated. “I had a huge fight with my boyfriend yesterday” she snapped, her voice rising slightly, “Because I was wearing your stupid shirt!”

Oh, screw that guy. Why was she even with him?

“Just… take it!” she repeated, thrusting it toward me. “I’m sorry… I didn’t know” I mumbled, finally taking it from her hands. I turned and walked into the living room, setting it down on the couch. But it still felt like hers. Like it belonged more to her than to me.

“Um… you can sit here, I’ll go get my laptop, okay?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady–trying to pretend my throat wasn’t burning from all the tears I was choking down. I cry way too easily, and I’ll never understand why. “What?” she asked, confused. “For the campaign” I said quickly. “The videos. I’ll bring them here so we can go through them”. “Oh, right. The videos” she repeated, the realizing what I meant. “You want anything? Coffee, water… some wine, maybe?”. She nodded at the wine, thank God. There was no way I’d survive this without alcohol. A few minutes later, I came back with the laptop and a bottle of red, two glasses clinking in my hand. I sat down beside her and started, “So… I think this one is really–“

But when I turned, her head was buried in her hands. And she was crying. Tears slipping silently through her fingers. “I’m sorry” she said between broken breaths. “My boyfriend… he said we should take a break”. More tears followed. Her voice cracked. Her whole body looked like it was trying to hold itself together. I froze. Completely useless. Do I hug her? Do I just sit here and pretend to be invisible until it passes? Enzo would know what to do…

“Please, don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong”. She looked up at me, eyes glassy and red, her mascara smudged beneath them. “Then why would he do that?” she asked, her voice broken. I didn’t have to think. The truth was sitting in my throat, burning, ready to come out. My blood was already boiling at the thought of some selfish asshole making her cry. So I told her. All of it. I reached out and gently lifted her chin so she could meet my eyes. Her sobs had quieted, but they were still there, in the slight tremble of her lip. And even broken, she looked stunning goddamnit.

“Because he’s an idiot, Sabrina” I said, soft but sure. “He’s not an idiot–” she began, but I stopped her, gently. “He is. He’s an idiot for not realizing how damn lucky he was just to be near you–let alone to hold you, to kiss you. And I can’t understand how he dared to hurt you over something so meaningless. But what I really don’t get is how he’s not out there right now, turning the entire city upside down to find you. To tell you how sorry he is. How much he regrets being a careless, foolish dickhead, who let the most fucking beautiful girl I’ve ever seen cry over him”

I stopped, breathless, my chest heaving. I hadn’t even noticed I’d been speaking in one long breath. She just stared at me, lips slightly parted, like I’d just said something unthinkable–some kind of madness. But I didn’t care. I leaned in and cupped her warm and flushed cheek in my hand–and I kissed her. She didn’t pull away. She kissed me back.

At first, it was desperate, like something we’d both been craving for. But then it softened, melted into something slower and deeper. Her lips were warm and tasted faintly of strawberry, probably from that lip-gloss she was wearing. Her breath hitched against my mouth, uneven and hot. Then came the softest sound–barely audible, but enough to make me lose my mind completely. A faint, needy moan escaped her as my tongue slid into her mouth. It was the hottest sound I’d ever heard, and I swear I could’ve come right then and there just from that. My lips left hers only to trail kisses along her cheek, her jawline, then down to her neck. I could feel her pulse racing beneath my mouth, her breath growing heavier with each kiss. I couldn’t wait to see how wet she was–how wet I had made her. I kept kissing down the curve of her neck, slower this time, then sucked gently at the delicate skin, just below her ear, like a vampire, but sweeter. And then, I found her mouth again. And kissed her like my life depended on it.

She suddenly pulled back. Just like that, the warmth disappeared. “We shouldn’t be doing this, y/n” she whispered, her voice barely holding together as she turned her face to the side, eyes downcast. It felt like someone had poured ice-cold water down my spine. I couldn’t speak. We had just shared the most intense, breathtaking, cinematic kiss of my entire life, and now she was saying this? She stood up slowly and she looked at me with this devastating softness–then she turned, walking towards the door.

“Sabrina, wait!” I called out, scrambling to my feet. She stopped and turned around. There was something in her eyes. She was waiting–wanting–for me to say something. Say anything. Anything to make her stay. And for a split second, I swore she was silently begging me to convince her. Convince her that she should choose this. But I didn’t. I just stood there, staring at her with my brows furrowed, like an idiot. “See you on set” I finally muttered, eyes fixed on the floor. She let out a long, heavy sigh. And left. The door shut with a soft click that felt like a gunshot aiming for me.

Fuck.

I stumbled back into my bedroom and collapsed on the bed. The moment I hit the mattress, the tears came. Hard. I cried until my face was soaked and my chest felt raw from holding everything in for too long. Then I just lay there staring blankly at the ceiling, trying not to think about how good her lips had felt on mine, how sweet and soft her moans were in my mouth and how her breath hitched when I kissed her neck. And most of all, I tried not to think about the fact that I hadn’t said anything to stop her. That I’d let her walk away without fighting for her. Even though her boyfriend was a careless asshole. Even though they were technically on a break. But that was the thing–a break still meant she wasn’t done with him. And I hated that. I hated how that made me feel.

I may struggle with confidence, I may cry more times than I can count, but one thing I swore to myself–never again would I be someone’s second choice. Never again the emotional backup plan. The safety net. The one they call when no one else picks up. I was that person all through school. The one people leaned on, the floating friend who they would forget the moment someone new came along. Never again. An hour passed. An hour of overthinking, crying, and mentally falling apart in total silence. Then I heard it. Keys in the door. Enzo.

I got out of the room and ran to the hallway. The second he stepped into the apartment I threw myself into his arms and hugged him like the world had collapsed. He didn’t say a word. He just held me tight, arms wrapped around me, and let me cry. He didn’t ask questions. He never needed to. He just knew.

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Heyyy!! I’m so sorry for the cliffhanger, but i had like 30 different ideas for this chapter and i had to rewrite it sooo many times, so this is all i have for now 😋

I hope you liked it tho 😌

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