Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 266

Chapter 266

Aiden

The instant our lips met, it felt as if the entire world found its balance again—like I had been bracing myself for a collision that finally came, and instead of breaking me apart, I surrendered completely. The tension I’d carried for so long dissolved in that single, electric kiss.

“Baby boy,” I whispered softly against his lips, the pet name escaping me with a raw, almost sacred tenderness. He responded with a fragile sound, something close to a sob, and his fingers curled tightly into the back of my neck, as if needing tangible proof that I was truly there.

“I thought you were gone,” he murmured when I broke away for air, his voice trembling and ragged at the edges. “I thought you’d left my life for good.”

“No chance,” I replied, the words rough and unpolished, pulled straight from the depths of my heart. I pressed my lips to his again, this time slower, deeper, as though I could pour every ounce of regret and apology into the warmth of that kiss. He returned it with equal desperation—too much time lost, too many things left unspoken.

His hands moved beneath my shirt, tentative yet burning with need, fingers exploring my skin as if searching for something precious.

The light touch of his fingertips sent a low, involuntary sound escaping from me—one I hadn’t realized I was holding back. He sensed it. I felt him feel it. The atmosphere shifted between us, charged and alive.

I pulled him toward me as I sank back onto the small couch, and he followed without hesitation. The weight of him in my arms was achingly familiar, like a shock to my system—a recognition that cut deep to my bones, like finally breathing after being underwater too long.

“Noah…” I breathed, unsure whether it was a warning or a plea.

He didn’t respond with words.

Instead, he kissed me harder, his fingers clutching at my shirt as if loosening his grip might cause everything to vanish again into silence and distance.

So I held him just as tightly, our bodies pressed close for what felt like an eternity, simply breathing each other in. Slowly, deliberately, we began to shed the barriers between us, removing one piece of clothing at a time.

Without thinking, I lifted him to his feet, and instinctively, his legs wrapped around my waist. Our lips never parted—not while I carried him across the room, not even when we brushed past the bedroom doorway and he pulled back just enough to meet my gaze.

His cheeks were flushed with heat.

His lips swollen from our kisses.

His eyes wide, burning with intensity.

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