(Matthew’s Point of View)
The doorbell rang again, louder this time, its shrill tone slicing through the fragile silence we had just shared. The weight of Esther’s lips still lingered on mine, her breath still hot against my skin, but the world outside our bubble came rushing back.
I didn’t want to move. I didn't want to let go of her. The feel of her pressed against me, the warmth of her, was the only thing that made sense. But I had no choice. The person on the other side of that door wasn’t going to wait forever.
I pulled away from her, reluctantly, as the moment slipped through my fingers like sand. The c***k in my armor that had started to form when Rebecca appeared had widened, but now, with Esther, it felt like a fracture. It felt like something I couldn't fix, even if I wanted t
