A kiss that reignites old fmes. A night of passion that blurs the past and present. And a morning that forces them to face reality.

  The Kiss That Changed Everything

  The moment Cian’s lips met Aoife’s, everything else faded—the dorm, the past, the people who might be sleeping just a few doors away.

  It wasn’t rushed, nor was it hesitant. It was deep, slow, and consuming.

  Cian’s fingers slid into her silky blonde hair, tilting her head as his mouth moved against hers. Aoife sighed into the kiss, her hands gripping his shoulders, pressing herself closer.

  Their bodies remembered each other.

  Aoife arched into him, feeling the familiar warmth of his body, the firm muscles beneath his shirt. Cian’s rge hands roamed down her back, fingers pressing into her waist as if grounding himself in the moment.

  Then, in a breathless whisper—

  Aoife: “We shouldn’t—”

  Cian (murmuring against her lips): “I know.”

  But neither of them stopped.

  Undressing the Past

  Cian lifted Aoife onto his p, her legs straddling him as they sank into the mattress. Their lips never broke apart, only deepening, growing hungrier.

  Aoife tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. Her hands traced over his chiseled chest, the hard ridges of his abs.

  Aoife (teasingly): “Still keeping in shape, I see.”

  Cian (smirking, gripping her hips): “Jealous?”

  She rolled her eyes but gasped when he flipped her onto her back, hovering over her.

  Cian’s hands moved beneath her sweater, palming her breasts over the thin ce of her bra.

  Cian (low, teasing): “No bra? You were pnning something tonight, Aoife?”

  Aoife (breathless, smirking): “Maybe I just like the attention.”

  Cian chuckled, then dipped his head, kissing down her neck, her colrbone, lower.

  Aoife arched as his mouth found her nipple through the ce, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak.

  Aoife (gasping): “Cian—”

  Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as he sucked lightly, teasing her before sliding his hands down to her shorts.

  Cian (grinning against her skin): “Still as sensitive as ever.”

  Aoife bit her lip, eyes darkening.

  Aoife: “Less talking, more touching.”

  Cian chuckled but obeyed, pulling her shorts down, revealing her damp panties.

  Cian (groaning softly): “Fuck. Already soaked for me?”

  Aoife didn’t answer—she just pulled him down, kissing him hard.

  His fingers slipped under the fabric, finding her wet and ready. Aoife moaned into his mouth as he teased her, circling her clit before sliding a finger inside her.

  She was tight, familiar, and everything he remembered.

  Cian (husky whisper): “Still gripping me like you never forgot.”

  Aoife shuddered, rolling her hips into his touch.

  Aoife (panting): “Shut up and fuck me.”

  That was all he needed.

  A Night of Reckless Passion

  Cian’s patience snapped. He pulled her panties off and tossed them aside before yanking his own jeans down.

  His thick, hard length pressed against her entrance, teasingly rubbing against her slick folds.

  Aoife whimpered, grabbing his shoulders.

  Aoife (demanding): “Cian—”

  He didn’t make her wait. In one slow, deep thrust, he filled her completely.

  Aoife’s back arched off the bed, a long moan slipping from her lips.

  Aoife (breathless): “Still so big…”

  Cian groaned, gripping her hips, feeling her stretch around him, her tight walls squeezing him like a vice.

  Cian (gritted teeth): “You still take me so well.”

  He started moving, slow at first, deep and deliberate.

  Aoife wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, nails digging into his back as his pace quickened.

  Aoife (moaning): “Fuck—Cian—harder.”

  He complied.

  His thrusts became rougher, deeper, hitting the spot that made her cry out his name. The headboard knocked against the wall, their bodies moving in sync, sweat-slicked skin pressing together.

  Cian’s hand slid between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast, pushing her closer to the edge.

  Cian (low, commanding): “Come for me, Aoife.”

  She shattered around him, her orgasm hitting hard, her walls pulsing around his cock.

  Cian groaned, burying his face in her neck as he followed, spilling deep inside her.

  For a moment, neither of them moved. Just heavy breathing, tangled limbs, and the fading heat of reckless pleasure.

  The Morning After – Closure

  Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden glow over the tangled sheets and bare skin.

  Aoife blinked awake, feeling the warmth of Cian’s body beside her. For a second, it felt like the past again. Like they had never broken up.

  But then reality settled in.

  She turned her head, finding him already awake, watching her.

  Aoife (softly): “We needed that, didn’t we?”

  Cian exhaled, running a hand through his messy hair.

  Cian (honest): “Yeah.”

  A comfortable silence stretched between them.

  Aoife: “This doesn’t change anything, does it?”

  Cian (shaking his head): “No. But maybe it closes something.”

  She nodded, sitting up, wrapping the sheets around herself.

  Aoife (teasing): “So, no regrets?”

  Cian (smirking, stretching): “None. You?”

  Aoife (grinning): “None at all.”

  And just like that, the weight between them lifted.

  They were no longer exes caught in the past. They were friends who had found closure in the most intimate way possible.

  And as Aoife stood up, stretching, completely bare, she threw him one st pyful look.

  Aoife: “Now, let’s get breakfast before Saoirse and Liam figure out what we did.”

  Cian groaned, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at her.

  Cian: “They’re gonna know.”

  Aoife (ughing): “Oh, I know. That’s the fun part.”