Luna09
Ex-Lovers Tension
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I wasn’t supposed to see him again.
Not like this.
Not looking like that.
He was standing near the balcony doors when I walked into the party — sleeves rolled up, hair slightly longer than before, like time had softened him in all the wrong ways. Or maybe all the right ones.
And then he looked up.
That was the worst part.
Because the second our eyes met, every single memory came rushing back — the late nights, the whispered promises, the way his hands used to fit perfectly against my waist like they were made for me.
I should’ve looked away.
I didn’t.
He excused himself from whoever he was talking to. Of course he did. He always moved with that quiet confidence, like he knew exactly what he wanted.
And right now, he was walking toward me.
I crossed my arms. Defense mechanism.
A small smirk.
My heart betrayed me first — pounding so hard I thought he could hear it.
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.
God, I hated that he still knew me.
The air between us felt thick. Heavy. Like something unfinished was sitting there, waiting to explode.
His jaw tightened.
We stared at each other — years of unsaid things hanging between us.
And then, softer, he said my name.
The way he used to.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic.
But it hit me straight in the chest.
His eyes darkened. Not with anger. With something worse.
Want.
I swallowed hard.
His hand moved before I could react — fingers brushing against mine. Not grabbing. Not pulling.
Just
Not like this.
Not looking like that.
He was standing near the balcony doors when I walked into the party — sleeves rolled up, hair slightly longer than before, like time had softened him in all the wrong ways. Or maybe all the right ones.
And then he looked up.
That was the worst part.
Because the second our eyes met, every single memory came rushing back — the late nights, the whispered promises, the way his hands used to fit perfectly against my waist like they were made for me.
I should’ve looked away.
I didn’t.
He excused himself from whoever he was talking to. Of course he did. He always moved with that quiet confidence, like he knew exactly what he wanted.
And right now, he was walking toward me.
You look…His voice trailed off when he stopped in front of me. Close. Too close.
Different.
I crossed my arms. Defense mechanism.
That’s what time does.
A small smirk.
Time didn’t change the way you look at me.
My heart betrayed me first — pounding so hard I thought he could hear it.
I don’t look at you any type of way,I lied.
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.
You always did that. When you’re lying.
God, I hated that he still knew me.
The air between us felt thick. Heavy. Like something unfinished was sitting there, waiting to explode.
You disappeared,I said quietly. It slipped out before I could stop it.
His jaw tightened.
You pushed me away.
We stared at each other — years of unsaid things hanging between us.
And then, softer, he said my name.
The way he used to.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic.
But it hit me straight in the chest.
You don’t get to say my name like that anymore,I whispered.
Like what?
Like it still belongs to you.
His eyes darkened. Not with anger. With something worse.
Want.
I never stopped thinking about you,he admitted.
I swallowed hard.
You lost the right to miss me.
His hand moved before I could react — fingers brushing against mine. Not grabbing. Not pulling.
Just