The Road to Nowhere, and Everywhere - Part 8

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Some moments are meant to be felt, not overthought—cozy up and watch the night unfold.
Rated M- sexual content, mature themes

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The "Sort of date" 2

It was unclear whether it was an actual date. Grace didn’t mind helping out at his grocery store, nor did she mind the easy, friendly connection between them. They had never burned any bridges, compliments aside, until Grace invited him to dinner after he jokingly begged for a meal at the end of his shift.

A part of her regretted holding him to his words, especially since her cooking was typically awful, while another part of her found it hard to grasp why she had allowed herself to entertain such frivolous flirtations. Had she really been that... lonely?

The last thing she wanted was for him to get caught up in romantic feelings. Could she even call it "romance", or was it just an overwhelming need to be noticed after such a long time?

Her body was very different from what it had been before becoming a mother; while some areas had filled out, others had started to wilt from the toll of nurturing a child. It goes without saying that she got a boost of confidence from the attention she was receiving and that she intended to enjoy every minute of it.

They shared a relaxed evening, joking, talking and gossiping about the town folks; like Finchwick's mayor's unsanctioned swims in the river for instance!
Malakai, who had been casually laughing with Grace all evening long leaned in slightly, his voice soft but inquisitive, he asked as the music softly faded in the background:

"Do you ever just allow yourself to enjoy a moment without overthinking it?"
Grace froze, as the question hung in the air for a moment. surprised.
"What do you mean...?"
Malakai smirking gently, his eyes scanning her face"
"I mean… sometimes we get so caught up in everything, in what we should be doing or feeling. But what if, just for a minute, you let go of all that and just felt?"

Grace could feel a flush creeping up her neck as she struggled to answer, caught off-guard by the raw vulnerability surging within her.
He was right, she had been thinking about the obvious all evening; and his question suggested that they were on the same page.

Her eyes held his as she rose from her seat, reaching for his shoulder and undoing the first button of his shirt. Her full bust hovered over his face as she paused, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

His breath caught slightly as she moved closer.
"Grace..." he whispered, his eyes flickering across her neckline before returning to meet her gaze.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
The question was more of a quiet observation, offering her the chance to decide, yet not pulling away from the growing energy between them.

She sighed softly as she sat on his lap, the palpable tension between them thickening as she leaned down for a kiss. Whispering against his lips, she breathed, “Yes... I'm sure...” before kissing him again.

Their connection deepened with each passing moment that night, as they both savored the intimacy without "overthinking it".