Chapter 34: Wait, Garrett. [R18+]

Chapter 34: Chapter 34: Wait, Garrett. [R18+]

The small kitchen still smelled heavily of toasted garlic and roasted chicken—the comforting, warm scent of a meal they had actually made together.

For someone like Emiliana, who was used to five-star mansion galas and catering crews, standing at Garrett’s chipped sink felt remarkably grounding.She turned on the tap, the rushing water filling the quiet apartment.

As she rinsed her plate, she caught his reflection in the dark glass of the window above the sink.

Garrett wasn’t even pretending to look away anymore. He was leaning against the counter, a dish towel in his hand, his dark eyes tracking the line of her neck down to where her expensive silk blouse met her collarbone.

Emiliana turned off the tap. The sudden silence in the kitchen was deafening. She set the plate down with a soft click and turned around, leaning her hips against the edge of the sink. She crossed her arms, a playful but breathless smile tugging at her lips.

"You’re staring, Garrett," she murmured. Her voice, usually so sharp and confident, sounded velvety in the dim light of his kitchen.

"You’ve been doing it all night."

Garrett didn’t blink. He let the dish towel drop to the counter. He took one slow, deliberate step forward, closing the distance between them.

"Can you blame me?"

His voice was a low, rough rumble that vibrated straight to her core.

"You look like you belong in a penthouse, Emiliana. But standing here, in my messy kitchen... you have no idea what you’re doing to me."

Emiliana’s breath hitched. The wealthy and yet humble persona she wore like armor completely evaporated.

Garrett took another step, his chest almost brushing hers. He was so much taller, crowding her against the sink until she could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

"Is that why your hands were shaking when you passed me the bread?" she challenged, her voice dropping to a whisper, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs.

"Yeah," Garrett admitted candidly. He reached out, his large, slightly calloused hand hovering for a second before his fingers finally brushed her jawline.The contact was electric.

Emiliana let out a soft, involuntary gasp as his thumb traced the sensitive skin of her lower lip.

"I’ve spent days trying to act normal around you at school," Garrett whispered, his eyes dropping to her mouth.

"Trying to pretend I don’t think about this every single second. But having you here, in my space... I’m done pretending."

He didn’t wait for her to reply. Garrett cupped the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair, and pulled her into him.

The kiss was explosive. It carried the weight of days of stolen glances and pent-up frustration. His lips were hot, demanding, and possessive. Emiliana wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling herself flush against his chest, completely surrendering to the intoxicating taste of him.

Garrett groaned into the kiss, his hands sliding down her back to grip her waist. With a sudden burst of hunger, he lifted her effortlessly.

Emiliana wrapped her legs around his waist as he hoisted her up onto the kitchen counter.

Kitchen utensils clattered slightly against the wall, but neither cared. Garrett crowded between her thighs, his hands sliding under the hem of her silk blouse, his warm palms branding the bare skin of her thigh.

As he grabbed her thighs gently, he Slowly and softly progressed to her hips and then her gloriously curved ass.

"Uhh" she let out a soft moan

Garrett’s fingers grew frantic as he reached for the buttons of her blouse, popping them open one by one until the cloth parted. The cool air of the kitchen hit her bare skin, making her shiver, but a second later, Garrett’s hot hands and mouth were there to replace the cold.

He used the other hand to trace down from her face to her already unbuttoned clothes that revealed her overly enticing breast. He gradually slid his hands into her bra, fondling and caressing one of her plump Breast graciously.

"Garrett...Stop...please" She let out a faint cry, she didnt want him to stop, her eyeball vanishing from her eyes, her back arched forward.

He opened his eyes as he kissed her intensely grabbing her Ass simultaneously as he buried his tongue in deep into her mouth

"You’re so sweet Emiliana " he said, catching his breath

"I know" She whispered

"Garrett..." she whimpered against his mouth, her fingers gripping his shoulders as the sheer intensity of the sensation washed over her.

"I’ve got you," he growled softly, his lips leaving her mouth to trail a line of burning kisses down her jaw, biting gently at the sensitive pulse point on her neck.

Her back arched and her head falling back as a wave of pure, heavy heat settled deep in her stomach.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to her Breast, mapping out every inch of her skin with deep, bruising kisses that made her toes curl.

Garrett’s gaze remained locked on hers, his hands resting on her waist, grounding them both as the silence of the kitchen amplified the sound of their breathing.

The air between them was thick with everything they weren’t saying, a heavy weight of anticipation that made every second feel like an eternity.

Garrett’s expression softened, though the intensity in his eyes didn’t waver. He leaned in, his forehead coming to rest against hers.

"Emiliana... I want this to be right. I want to make sure we aren’t just moving too fast because of the moment."

Emiliana’s breath hitched as she looked at him, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm. The reality of the depth of her feelings for him hit her all at once. She cared for him deeply and the vulnerability in his voice made her pause.

"Garrett," she whispered, her hands resting flat against his chest. She didn’t pull away, but the shared understanding between them shifted the energy from frantic to something much more profound.

Garrett closed his eyes, taking a long, steadying breath. Slowly, he let his hands fall from her waist, though he stayed close, refusing to break the connection entirely.

"Okay," he breathed, his voice quiet but firm with resolve. "We will wait."

He looked at her with a raw honesty that felt more intimate than any physical touch.

Carefully, he reached out to smooth the fabric of her blouse, his fingers brushing against her arm with a gentle, protective touch.

Emiliana watched him, a sense of warmth blooming in her chest. Beyond the attraction, he was showing her a level of respect and patience that felt entirely new to her.

"I appreciate that," she murmured softly, her fingers reaching out to briefly touch his hand.

Garrett caught her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. A small, tired smile broke through his expression.

"It’s not easy, but you’re worth the wait. Let’s get you home safely." He turned towards to the door.

"Wait... Garrett." She reached out toward him, her expression suddenly uncertain. "I’m just afraid. I’m not sure what I’m feeling."

She paused, gathering herself.

"I’ve fallen for you, Garrett."

"Emiliana, you’re a very attractive girl, and I’ve been drawn to you for a while. Ever since that day at the park, I guess."

She looked at him, searching his face.

"Do you like what we have, Garrett?" Her voice softened. "Do you love me?"

Love? Already?

The question caught him completely off guard. He hadn’t expected her feelings to have gone this far, this quickly.

He took a moment before answering.

"Yes, Emiliana..." His voice was quiet but certain. "...I love you.❤️"

He opened his arms.

"Come here."

She immediately stepped into his embrace, a bright smile breaking across her face as she wrapped her arms around him.

For a moment, neither of them said anything.

They simply held each other, letting the weight of what they’d just admitted settle between them.

Then Emiliana pulled back slightly, looked into his eyes, and smiled.

Garrett smiled back.

She leaned forward as they resumed their kissing, this time more intense.