Ross didn’t answer right away. His brows lifted slightly, and his expression turned serious. After a few seconds, he nodded.
"Yes," he said simply. "I do like you very much, Amanda."
Amanda swallowed. Her voice ca quieter now, almost trembling. "You have many wives already."
"And you have a boyfriend overseas," Ross replied gently. He didn’t sound accusatory—just honest, like he was laying all the cards on the table.
Amanda laughed bitterly and looked away. "God, what are we even doing?"
Ross stepped closer, but not too close. "We’re enjoying each other’s company. We’re making mories. We’re being honest... even if it’s ssy."
"I’m confused," she admitted, her eyes glistening. "I wasn’t supposed to fall for you. You weren’t even supposed to matter."
"I didn’t plan this either," Ross said softly. "But sotis life throws you sothing unexpected. And maybe it’s not perfect, but... it’s real."
Amanda looked at him again, really looked at him. His eyes were calm. Warm. He wasn’t playing gas. He wasn’t trying to seduce her. He was simply being him—present, grounded, sincere.
"So what do we do now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ross smiled, a slow, knowing smile that held both sadness and hope.
"We do what makes us happy."
Amanda stood in silence, her thoughts spinning in every direction. She knew what he ant.
He wasn’t pressuring her.
He wasn’t asking her to break up with her boyfriend or to suddenly fit into his unconventional life.
He was offering her a choice.
Not a perfect one. But a real one.
And maybe, just maybe, happiness didn’t always co in a neat little box with rules and guarantees.
Maybe it ca in monts like these—complicated, fragile, and beautiful.
She didn’t give an answer that night. Ross didn’t ask for one.
But as they continued walking together down that quiet street, their hands brushed once—just once—and Amanda didn’t pull away.
They arrived at Amanda’s apartnt just before midnight.
The ride up had been quiet, but not uncomfortable. The silence between them now felt like anticipation—soft, charged, and thick with everything left unsaid.
At her door, Amanda hesitated for just a heartbeat before turning the knob and stepping inside.
"Co in," she said, voice steady even though her heart was anything but.
Ross followed, his steps unhurried. He looked around her space like he had all the ti in the world.
It was modest but warm—dim lighting, tidy shelves, and the faint scent of lavender lingering in the air.
It was Amanda’s world, and now he was in it.
She walked toward the kitchen.
"I’ll make so coffee," she said casually, though her fingers were already twitching with nervous energy.
Ross gave a soft chuckle. "Sure. Coffee sounds great."
But they both knew that wasn’t what this night was really about.
Amanda moved around the kitchen quickly, almost on autopilot. The water boiled, the grounds brewed.
She reached for two mugs—matching ones with little hand-painted birds.
She’d bought them years ago, never realizing how intimate sothing so simple could feel when handed to soone she wasn’t just "friends" with anymore.
She walked back into the living room, offering one of the cups to Ross.
"Careful. It’s hot," she murmured.
Ross took the mug from her but didn’t bring it to his lips.
He set it on the side table without even a glance and reached for her hand instead.
"Co here."
Before she could overthink it, Amanda felt herself being gently tugged forward.
She gasped lightly as she lost her balance and ended up in his lap, straddling him.
"Ross..." she whispered, half surprised, half breathless.
He didn’t say a word. His hands settled on her waist, warm and firm, grounding her.
The dress she wore clung to her body in all the right ways, and now—seated on his lap—every bit of that cling beca amplified.
The thin fabric did little to dull the sensation of his growing arousal beneath her.
Amanda’s heart thundered.
Her pussy pressed against the hard line of him through his slacks, and even with layers of clothing between them, the pressure was maddeningly obvious.
She shifted slightly and felt his cock twitch beneath her. Her cheeks flushed with heat.
And then—he kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle or teasing this ti. It was deep, slow, claiming. Her fingers gripped his shirt as her mouth opened under his, eting his kiss with sothing that had lived in her chest for weeks now—need.
Ross’s hands moved up her sides, one cupping the back of her neck, the other splaying across her lower back. She felt secure there. Held. Wanted.
Amanda moaned softly as his tongue slipped past her lips.
She kissed him back with increasing fervor, grinding ever so slightly against his lap without aning to. His responding groan sent a thrill racing down her spine.
"Ross..." she breathed again, this ti not in protest, but in surrender.
He leaned back slightly, giving them both a second to breathe.
"I’ve wanted this," he said softly, his eyes searching hers. "Not just tonight. For a long ti."
Amanda’s lips trembled slightly. She traced her fingers down his chest, over the solid lines of his body.
" too," she whispered. "I tried not to... I told myself I shouldn’t..."
"But here you are," he said, voice low. "With ."
She nodded. Her walls were gone now, lted by ti, by patience, by the simple reality of how deeply Ross had made his way into her life.
She was tired of fighting sothing that felt this right.
They kissed again. This ti deeper, hungrier.
Ross’s hand found the hem of her dress, and slowly—almost full of suspense—began to slide it up her thighs.
Amanda gasped into his mouth, but she didn’t stop him. She felt bare beneath it. Vulnerable. But also empowered.
Her hands fumbled at the buttons of his shirt, her fingers trembling as skin t skin.
She had never seen Ross like this before—unguarded, touchable, hers.
And now, as she undressed him, as his lips found her neck and collarbone, she felt a wave of dizzying pleasure and emotion flood her chest.
There was no rush. No performance. Only the kind of intimacy that builds after months of silence and longing.
Later, the coffee went cold on the table—untouched, forgotten.
Their night had taken a different course.
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