Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart
Chapter 64

Richard's

POV

The snow continued to fall softly outside, wrapping the world in a cozy blanket of white. It felt like everything was muted, as if the universe was giving us space to breathe and just be together. I lay there, Sarah nestled against me, and for the first time in a long time, I felt truly content.

That was our first sex together and incredible was an understatement. But with that comfort came a sense of vulnerability that scared me.

As I watched her sleep, her chest rising and falling steadily, I thought about everything that had brought us to this moment.

Sarah was more than just my ex-wife; she was a part of me. And now, as we explored this new chapter together, I realized how much I had missed her.

I thought back to the laughter we had shared on our do-over date at the tourist spots, how we had teased each other, enjoying every silly moment.

It was like we were discovering each other all over again, and it felt amazing.

And then there was the cooking class, where I had tried too hard to impress her and ended up creating a kitchen disaster.

I remembered how she had laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and I felt a warmth in my chest. It was the kind of laughter that made the world feel lighter.

"Hey, are you awake?" Sarah's voice broke through my thoughts. She stirred, looking up at me with those big, bright eyes that seemed to see right through me.

"Yeah, I am," I replied, smiling. "I didn't want to wake you."

She pushed herself up on her elbows, a sleepy grin spreading across her face. "I could get used to this," she said, glancing around the cozy living room, the warm glow of the fireplace dancing across her features.

I chuckled softly. "You mean the snow, or me lying here like a giant teddy bear?"

"Definitely the teddy bear," she teased, poking my side. "But the snow is nice too."

I loved how easy it was between us, how we could just laugh and be silly without any pressure.

But underneath that, I felt something deeper growing, like roots slowly taking hold. I wasn't sure if I was ready for it, but I couldn't deny it either.

As she leaned back against me, I couldn't help but wrap my arms around her, feeling her warmth seep into me. "You know, I've been thinking," I said, my voice serious now.

"About what?" she asked, tilting her head to look at me.

"About us. About everything." I hesitated, trying to find the right words. "I never really understood how important you were to me until now. It scares me, Sarah."

Her expression softened, and I could see the understanding in her eyes. "I get it," she replied quietly. "It's scary for me too."

I took a deep breath, letting her words sink in. "I've spent so long trying to avoid feeling anything because I was afraid. Afraid of hurting you, afraid of losing you again. But now..." "But now?" she encouraged, her voice gentle.

"But now it feels different," I admitted. "It feels real. And I don't want to mess it up this time."

She smiled softly, and my heart raced. "We're both figuring this out together, Richard. It's okay to be scared. I am too. But I also know that I want this. I want you."

My heart swelled at her words, but I also felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. "What if we go back to how things were? What if we can't make it work?"

"Then we'll face it together," she said firmly. "But I don't want to think about that right now. Let's focus on the here and now. Let's just enjoy each other."

Her words felt like a lifeline, pulling me closer to her. I leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft kiss, tasting the sweetest flavor in the whole world.

She responded immediately, deepening the kiss, her hands finding their way to my hair, pulling me closer.

When we pulled away, both breathless, I felt an electric current between us, a connection that was undeniable.

It was more than just chemistry; it was a bond forged in shared laughter, past hurt, and a desire to move forward together.

"Do you want to talk more or...?" I let my voice trail off, unsure how to finish the thought. My heart raced at the idea of doing this again, but I also wanted to make sure she felt the same. Sarah's gaze held mine, and I could see the answer in her eyes. "I think I want both," she said with excitement.

"Okay," I said, my heart pounding. I leaned in again, this time kissing her deeper, feeling her melt against me.

"Can I be honest?" I whispered between kisses, pausing just enough to look into her eyes.

"Always," she replied, smiling.

"I want you, Sarah. I want all of you," I said, my voice low and serious. "But I want it to mean something. I want us to be... together. Like really together this time."

Her breath hitched, and I could see the thrill in her eyes as she nodded. "I want that too, Richard. More than anything."

With that, we shared a kiss that felt different from all the others. It was filled with promise and anticipation, and I could feel her excitement matching mine.

I wanted to show her how much I cared, and how deeply I felt for her, and this felt like the perfect way to start.

We took our time, savoring every moment, as if we were both afraid to rush into something that felt so right.

My hands traveled down her sides, feeling her warmth beneath my fingertips.

As the kiss deepened, I could feel the tension rising between us, electric and thrilling. I pulled her closer, feeling her heart racing against mine, matching its pace. "You're so beautiful," I murmured against her lips, losing myself in the moment. She smiled against me, her cheeks flushing with color.

"Just wait until you see me in the morning," she teased lightly, but I could see the vulnerability beneath her playful words.

"I'm already captivated," I replied, my voice low and sincere.

Again for that evening, I slid into her, fucking tight, her wall closed on me and I felt like exploding. Damn! I'm never letting her go again.

Each touch ignited something inside me, a passion that had long been buried. I wanted to savor it, to take my time because this was a new beginning for us.

With every kiss, every caress, I felt us growing closer, and the realization hit me hard: I didn't want this to end. I wanted to wake up next to her every day, to build a life together, to face whatever came our way hand in hand. Finally, as we both climaxed, breathing heavily, I rested my forehead against hers, trying to steady my racing heart. "Sarah, are you sure about this?" I asked with both excitement and concern.

"Yes," she whispered, her gaze steady and warm. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."