Lena zipped up her dress — a red thing of flowing silk she had bought two hours ago in a boutique. The fabric lay cool and heavy on her skin, cinching her breasts and leaving her décolletage deeply cut out. Risky. Perfect. She stepped before the mirror and turned slowly, letting her gaze drift over the fine lines around her eyes. New, these wrinkles, but the uncertainty in her look was the same as at seventeen.
The class reunion took place in a converted industrial building — naked concrete met red velvet curtains, and the smell of perfume and sweat hung heavy in the air. Lena moved through the crowd, a glass of champagne in hand, nodding at acquaintances, exchanging trivialities. Her fingers wrapped around the cool glass as she saw him.
Ben stood at the bar. His graying hair cut short, his shoulders broader than in her memory. He laughed at something a man beside him said, and when their eyes met, the laughter froze on his face. He set down his glass, slowly, deliberately, and walked toward her. A calm lay in his steps that she had never known in him before.
“Lena.” His voice had grown deeper, rougher, like gravel under her feet. “You look stunning.”
She smiled, feeling her heart pound all the way to her fingertips, a wild, uncontrolled rhythm. “You too, Ben. Life seems to treat you well.”
He studied her, letting his gaze drift over her décolletage without betraying anything. “Can we talk somewhere? Really talk. Not here among all these people.”
She nodded, and he led her through a narrow door into a quiet side room. Two armchairs stood around a small table, a floor lamp casting warm light. Ben closed the door behind them, and suddenly the air grew heavier, denser, almost tangible. The room was small, the walls raw concrete, and a faint scent of dust and old cigarettes hung in the air. He gestured toward one of the chairs, but she didn’t sit immediately. Instead, she leaned against the wall, feeling the coolness of the concrete through the thin fabric of her dress — a shiver that ran down her back.
“Do you remember that summer at the lake house?” he began, his voice soft, almost tender. “We were seventeen, and the world was at our feet.”
Lena nodded slowly, her thoughts drifting back. “I remember the nights on the dock, the water glittering, and your hands that always knew where they wanted to go.” She swallowed, a tingle running down her spine. “It was a magical time.”
Ben stepped closer, his body only inches from hers. The warmth radiating from him hit her skin like a promise. “I never stopped thinking about you. About your skin, your scent, the way you moaned when I kissed you.” His hand lifted, gently touching her arm, and a shiver raced across her skin, making the hairs on her neck stand up. She looked into his eyes, which glowed dark and intense in the dim lamplight, like coals under ash.
“Ben…,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “We’re not seventeen anymore. I’m married.”
“I know,” he said, but his fingers slid lower, stroking over her wrist, feeling her pulse, which beat fast and fluttering like a trapped bird. “But look at me, Lena. Tell me you feel nothing. Tell me your heart isn’t racing just as much as mine.”
She couldn’t. Instead, she let him take her hand and place it on his chest. Beneath his shirt, she felt his heartbeat, strong and irregular, a thrumming that penetrated her fingers. “I don’t know what to do,” she confessed softly.
“Do what you feel,” he breathed, leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle, questioning, and she slowly opened to him, let him in. His tongue tip stroked over her lower lip, and a soft sigh escaped her mouth. She tasted the whiskey he had drunk, and something else that was only Ben — salty, warm, familiar. Her hands slid into his hair, shorter than before but still soft. She pulled him closer, and the kiss deepened, grew more demanding, hungrier, a dance of tongue and teeth.
His hands wandered over her back, down to her hips, and then he gripped her ass, pressing her against the wall. The concrete was cold, but his hands burned. She felt his arousal, hard against her belly, and her body responded instantly, a wave of heat spreading through her, making her skin glow. She rubbed against him, an unconscious desire that washed away all reason, leaving only instinct and hunger.
“I want you,” he whispered in her ear, his tongue playing with her earlobe, sending shivers through her entire body. “I want you in my arms, naked, beneath me. Tell me you want that too.”
She could only nod, her throat tight, her heart pounding between her legs. He took her hand and pulled her to the door, opened it a crack, and led her through the hallway, past the party that was still raging. No one noticed them as they stepped through the back door into the courtyard. The moon hung low and round between the buildings, the air cool and smelling of damp stone. Ben pulled her toward an old van parked aside, its rear window covered with a tarp.
He opened the back door and helped her in. Inside, a mattress was laid out with clean sheets and some pillows. A candle sat on an upturned cardboard box, and he lit it before closing the door. The flickering light cast shadows on his features, making him look younger, softer.
“I prepared this this morning,” he confessed, a little embarrassed. “I didn’t know if you would come, but I hoped.”
Lena smiled, a wave of tenderness washing through her, warm and heavy like honey. She knelt on the mattress, the dress stretching over her thighs, the fabric gliding over her skin. “So you planned to seduce me?” she teased softly, her voice a whisper in the candlelight.
“I planned to win you back,” he said seriously, sitting before her. “At least for one night.” His fingers found the zipper of her dress, pulling it down slowly, tooth by tooth. The fabric loosened, and he pushed it over her shoulders, letting it slide down to her hips, revealing her skin, shimmering in the candlelight. She wore a black lace bra that lifted and encased her breasts, and panties that were barely more than a triangle, a black veil over her lap.
“You are beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes wandering over her body.
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