The rain had just stopped.

The air outside Mia’s apartment was heavy with the smell of wet pavement and summer leaves. She stood barefoot on the balcony, fingers curled around the railing, watching the water glisten on the rooftops below. Her oversized hoodie—technically not hers, but Ethan’s—clung slightly to her damp skin. She hadn’t realized it was raining until she stepped outside.

Behind her, the sliding glass door creaked open.

“You’ll catch a cold,” Ethan said softly.

She didn’t turn. “It’s July.”

He chuckled under his breath and stepped beside her, his shoulder brushing hers as he leaned against the railing. His presence, familiar and close, stirred something in her chest—an ache, subtle but persistent.

They had been dancing around this for months now. Lingering glances. Unspoken tension. Late-night talks that came too close to confessions and always backed away just in time.

“I like the quiet after rain,” Mia murmured.

“So do I,” he replied. “Feels like the world’s holding its breath.”

She glanced sideways. His hair was slightly tousled, rain still beading at the ends. His t-shirt clung to his arms in a way she tried not to notice. Tried.

Ethan looked at her, eyes dark, steady. “You’ve been distant lately.”

“I’ve been thinking,” she admitted.

“About?”

“You. Us. This.”

His gaze dropped to her mouth for half a second before meeting her eyes again. “You don’t talk like that unless you’re about to say something dangerous.”

Mia’s heart beat once—loud and slow. “Maybe I am.”

The silence stretched, pulling tight between them.

Ethan turned to face her fully, one hand bracing on the railing, the other hanging loosely by his side. “Say it.”

She swallowed hard. “Do you ever feel like we’ve been pretending not to want something that’s been right in front of us?”

A breath. A pause. Then—

“Yes.”

It was a whisper, but it cracked the air like lightning. She looked up, startled by how easily it had fallen from his lips.

Then he pulled her more close wrapping hands around her waist pecking her lips twice.Maybee he wanting her permission for kiss as he is always thinking about her feelings he couldn't force her to kiss.

She felt his lips while he pecked her eyes widened thinking why he didn't kiss but pecked. As she lost control she took step taking a hard pushed kiss on his lips as he expected. It became hot as both was feeling warmth. He picked her up and took her inside room and throw on bed. Starting to unbuttoning the shirt. She was blushing without knowing what is she even doing.

After removing clothes he hoped on her sliding his hand inside her top to grab a thing while kissing her lips gently.

She wasn't liking his gentleness then grabbed his hand which was about to reach her chest said "If you want it do it rough". He smirked and said"Unexpected".

Then he started to go hard kiss like no chance for her to breathe, he tore her top and grabbed one of them with forced.

She felt pain then she hissed whole time. Her voices made him turn on faster than her touch would. Then break kiss and went towards her chest to kiss one of her...