Rain's Pov
As I stepped out of Lexi’s hotel room, I still felt the ghost of her lips on mine.
She kissed me.
I rubbed my face with both hands, trying to shake off the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my head. What the hell just happened? Was it the alcohol? Of course, it was. It had to be. Lexi was drunk—completely out of it. She didn’t mean it.
But I’ll remember.
I needed to push it out of my mind.
With a deep breath, I continued down the hall toward my own room. My fingers were already reaching for my key card when I noticed someone standing just a few feet away.
I froze.
Kaisha.
For a moment, it felt like the air had been sucked out of the hallway.
She wasn’t looking at me, not really. She was just… standing there, as if she had been lost in thought. But it didn’t matter. Her presence alone was enough to unravel me.
Of all the people. Of all the places.
Why here? Why now?
My grip on the key card tightened. What is she doing here? Was she waiting for me? No, that couldn’t be it. That didn’t make sense. She wanted nothing to do with me anymore—she made that painfully clear.
I glanced at the door beside mine.
Is her room… next to mine?
I let out a breathless laugh, but there was nothing funny about it. Of course. Of course, this would happen. The universe must really enjoy messing with me.
I should go inside. I should pretend I didn’t see her. I should walk past her like she’s just another person in this hotel.
But she’s not just another person.
She’s Kaisha.
And no matter how much I try to erase her from my mind, no matter how many times I tell myself to move on—here she is, standing right next to me, like some cruel reminder that forgetting her was never going to be that easy.
I decided to go straight to my room and ignore her. That was the plan. That was the only logical thing to do.
As I walked, I repeated it in my head like a mantra.
Just keep walking.
Don’t look.
Don’t react.
She doesn’t matter anymore.
Near.
Nearer.
I could feel the heat of her presence before I even reached her. My body was tense, my pulse uneven, but I kept my expression neutral. Cool. Keep it cool, Rain.
Focus.
Don’t let her win.
Focus.
You can do this, Rain.
I was talking to myself in my head, forcing my body to obey my mind. She doesn’t exist. She’s just another person standing in the hallway. She’s not Kaisha. She’s not the woman I used to—
She noticed me.
But I didn’t falter.
I looked straight ahead, eyes locked onto my hotel room door as if it were my salvation. Just a few more steps. Almost there.
And then she stopped me.
She stepped right in front of me, blocking my way.
I froze.
My breath caught when she suddenly reached up and—what the hell is she doing?
Her fingers brushed against my lips. I flinched at the unexpected contact, my mind racing. What is she—
And then it hit me.
Lexi.
The kiss.
The lipstick.
Shit.
Before I could even say a word, she wiped something off the corner of my mouth, her eyes dark and unreadable.
“Wha—” I started, but she didn’t let me finish.
She grabbed me.
And kissed me.
What—
My entire brain shut down.
Kaisha.
Kaisha Miller is kissing me.
I stood frozen, eyes wide, every nerve in my body short-circuiting. My heart pounded so hard I swore she could feel it against her own.
Am I dreaming?
I blinked rapidly.
No.
No, this is real.
She pulled away, and my lips tingled from the sudden loss of contact. My mind scrambled to catch up, to make sense of what the hell just happened.
And then she spoke.
“Seems like someone is trying to steal my property.”
What?
I stared at her, completely lost. What is this girl talking about?
Kaisha Miller.
What are you doing?
Are you drunk?
Are you messing with me?
Are you—
Before I could ask, before I could even breathe, she grabbed me again.
This time, she pulled me by the nape and crashed her lips against mine.
Hard.
Hungrily.
Possessively.
What the hell is happening?!
I stood there, completely overwhelmed, my hands twitching at my sides. My mind was screaming at me to react, to push her away, to demand an explanation—but I couldn’t move.
This isn’t the Kaisha I know now.
She’s controlled. Cold. Calculated.
Not this.
Not reckless.
Not desperate.
So why does she look and feel like she’s afraid of losing me?
This is my Kaisha.
My baby.
But
What changed?
What made her do this?
Why now?
I didn’t respond to her kiss, but I didn’t stop her either.
Because deep down, I knew—
I didn’t want to.
In the moment that she was kissing me passionately…
I let her.
I stopped thinking.
I stopped questioning.
I let myself get lost in the warmth of her lips, the way they moved against mine—hungry, desperate, as if she had been craving this just as much as I had.
And damn it, I responded.
My hands found her waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. I missed this. I hated to admit it, but I missed her lips, the way they fit so perfectly against mine. I missed how our kisses felt—intense, consuming, like we were the only two people in the world.
I missed this version of Kaisha.
The one who wasn’t cold.
The one who wasn’t distant.
The one who kissed me like she still loved me.
I fumbled for the door handle, refusing to break the kiss. My fingers finally found it, and I pushed the door open, pulling her inside with me.
The second the door shut behind us, my hands roamed her body—tracing every curve, every familiar inch of her. God, I missed touching her. I wanted to memorize the way she felt against me, to savor the heat of her skin, the way her breath hitched whenever I held her just a little tighter.
But Kaisha had other plans.
She pushed me backward—hard—until my back hit the mattress. I barely had time to process before she was on top of me, straddling my waist.
My breath caught when she leaned down, her fingers trailing over my shoulders as she slowly removed my blazer.
One by one, her hands grazing my skin as she worked her way down. The touch sent a shiver through me—how could something feel so new and yet so familiar at the same time?
She left my bra on—but with one quick motion, she unhooked it.
Then her lips were on mine again, stealing my breath, pulling me deeper into her. This kiss was different. It wasn’t just desperate—it was possessive.
Like she was trying to claim me.
Like she was trying to remind me that I used to be hers.
Her kisses trailed down—along my jaw, to my neck. She bit down softly, making me gasp.
"Kaisha," I breathed, a quiet moan escaping my lips.
She smirked against my skin before kissing the spot she just bit. I knew. I knew there would be a mark there tomorrow. She wanted to leave a trace. A reminder.
And I wasn’t stopping her.
Because, God, she was so attractive like this.
Wild. Unfiltered. Raw.
And then—she went lower.
Her hands slid down my body, teasing, testing. My breath was uneven, my heartbeat a chaotic mess as she moved further down.
Then—
She used her teeth.
She removed my bra with her teeth.
I felt a wave of heat rush through me. Damn.
The way she was looking at me, the way she was taking her time, savoring every second—it was driving me insane.
But then—
Reality hit me.
I stiffened beneath her.
She’s drunk.
She’s just drunk.
And I—I don’t know what this means.
I don’t even know if she’s with someone else right now.
I was drunk, but not drunk enough to forget what I was doing.
Not drunk enough to pretend this didn’t matter.
I remember the last time we were alone like this.
I remember that night—the sound of the rain hitting the roof of my car as we sat in the darkness, the air thick with unsaid words.
I remember waiting for her to say something, anything.
But she never did.
She just left.
Without a word.
Without an explanation.
Like what we had meant nothing.
And now—now she’s here, kissing me like she never walked away.
Like she never broke me.
I reached for her wrist, stopping her. "Kaisha… we need to stop."
She stilled.
I swallowed hard, my voice coming out softer this time. "You don’t know what you’re doing. You’re drunk."
She lifted her head, her gaze locking onto mine.
And then she looked at me—really looked at me—with that same expression she used to have when we were still together.
Like I was her entire world.
"I know exactly what I’m doing," she whispered.
And damn it—
That scared me more than anything.
I lost.
With that stare.
I was speechless, frozen beneath her. That look—filled with something I couldn’t quite decipher—had me trapped. It was the same look she used to give me back when we were still together.
Then she kissed me again.
Slow. Deep. Tender. Like she was memorizing the shape of my lips, like she was savoring this moment.
Her hands roamed, fingers tracing over my skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. My breath hitched when she cupped my chest, kneading gently before her lips followed. She took her time, kissing, tasting, until she finally took a nipple into her mouth, her tongue flicking, teasing.
A moan escaped my lips. I felt the heat pool between my legs, the ache of desire growing stronger with every touch, every kiss.
“Kaisha…” I breathed, fingers tangling in her hair.
She hummed against my skin, her hands sliding lower, teasing the waistband of my underwear before slipping beneath it. I gasped when her fingers found me, her touch slow, deliberate, sending waves of pleasure through me.
“Relax,” she whispered against my skin. “Let me make you feel good.”
I did.
I let her take control, let her guide me into that haze of pleasure only she could create. Her fingers worked me open, stroking, circling, pressing just right, until I was arching beneath her, gripping the sheets, gasping for air.
I was close—so close.
She felt it.
She knew.
Her pace quickened, her mouth finding mine, swallowing my moans as the tension in my body coiled tighter and tighter until—
I shattered.
A wave of euphoria crashed over me, my body trembling as I came undone beneath her touch.
But she wasn’t finished.
I barely had time to catch my breath before I flipped her onto her back, my lips trailing down her body, hands exploring, memorizing every curve, every shiver, every gasp. I kissed my way down, teasing, tasting, until I reached the place she needed me most.
She let out a strangled moan when my tongue found her, hips arching, hands gripping my hair as she pulled me closer.
"Rain…" she gasped, breathless, needy.
I didn’t stop.
I flicked my tongue, sucked gently, worked her the way she had worked me. Her body trembled, her thighs clenching around me as she neared her peak.
"Faster," she pleaded, voice raw with desperation.
I obeyed, slipping my fingers inside her, curling them just right. Her body tensed, back arching off the bed, and then—
She shattered.
Her release hit her hard, her body shaking as my name spilled from her lips in breathless, broken moans.
But I wasn’t done.
Not yet.
I moved up, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. Our bodies pressed together, the heat between us undeniable, unbearable.
She reached for me, guiding my hand between her legs again, and I gasped when I felt how wet she still was. I pressed my forehead against hers, breathing heavily as our fingers intertwined, moving in sync.
We found a rhythm, touching, stroking, kissing, chasing that high together. The pleasure built, rising, intensifying, until we were both on the edge—
And then we fell.
Together.
A shared climax, bodies trembling, breaths mingling, moans lost against each other’s lips.
For a moment, neither of us moved. We simply lay there, tangled together, hearts racing, skin slick with sweat.
I didn’t think.
I didn’t question.
I just held her.
Because right now, she was here.
And for tonight—that was enough.
I stared at her face, watching the way her lashes rested softly against her cheeks, the way her lips parted slightly as she breathed.
She was asleep.
In my arms.
Just like before.
Her head rested on my shoulder, her body curled against mine, her arms wrapped around me so tightly as if she was afraid I’d disappear.
I swallowed hard.
I kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and finally, her lips—soft, lingering touches that I used to do every night when we were together. I missed this. I missed her.
And now that I had her here, lying beside me, holding me the way she used to, my mind wouldn't stop running wild.
What happens after this?
That thought sent a wave of unease through me.
What will happen when the sun rises? When we wake up and reality crashes in?
Would she regret this?
My chest tightened.
I didn’t want to sleep.
I was scared that if I closed my eyes, I’d wake up and realize this was all just a dream—an illusion my heart had desperately conjured up to fill the emptiness she left behind.
I was terrified of tomorrow.
Kaisha… Can we stay like this forever?
Can we just exist in this moment, frozen in time, where nothing else matters?
I tried to erase you from my system. I tried to let you go.
But I can't.
I should be mad at you. I should be pushing you away.
But I can’t.
I should stop myself from hoping—hoping that this means something, that maybe, just maybe, you’re mine again.
But I can't.
If this is a dream… please don’t wake me up.
I fought against my own thoughts, trying to keep myself awake, desperate to hold on to this feeling for as long as I could.
But exhaustion crept in.
My eyelids grew heavy.
My body betrayed me.
And despite the fear clawing at my chest, despite the uncertainty of what tomorrow would bring—
I fell asleep.