- Lola finally fell asleep.
Goren did not dare to look at Eames.
He was embarrassed.
- If you want me to leave...
Goren preferred to go home.
Not that he didn't want to please Lola.
But there was nothing to stop him from coming back in the morning very early before she woke up.
Since the evening, when he had had his crisis...
He managed not to be alone with Eames.
He was still ashamed of his behavior.
- You can sleep... You know.
Eames patted the spot next to her on the couch...
Inviting her to sit down.
Goren wanted to get away...
To be next to her...
No, he couldn't.
He was always afraid of misbehaving.
He had tried...
But he couldn't get the sweetness of Eames' lips out of his head.
And he was afraid to do it again...
What he had done.
It wasn't right.
And that's why he wanted to leave.
- If it was for what happened... Eames blushed violently. I've already forgotten.
Was it true that Eames had forgotten his kiss...
He turned red.
Then he really had no chance with her.
What was the point of staying...
He only cared about Lola.
His heart tightened, he took his jacket, and headed for the door.
He felt long thin fingers on his wrist, stopping him.
Alex...
- Bobby...
No, don't touch me...
Don't talk to me in that soft voice.
Why was Eames holding him back.
He didn't mean anything to her.
He was...
and would always be...
Just her partner.
Then why...
Eames tightened his grip.
- Look at me... Please.
Reluctantly, he turned to Eames, looked at her.
Eames moved closer to him.
She raised her hand, and brought it to his face, but stopped.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her heartbeat.
And put her hand on his cheek, caressed it.
- I'm not mad at you anymore... So stay. Goren shook his head in denial. Why?
Because I don't mean anything to you.
He couldn't tell her that.
Even though he felt it in his heart.
Eames was the most important person in his life, along with Lola.
He couldn't see himself living without her.
How could he tell her that...
When he knew that everything was lost in advance.
- I can't...
Eames looked at him, his big hazel eyes shining, questioning him.
He blushed violently.
Her gaze pierced him, as if Eames was reading him in the depths of his being.
And her half-opened lips, which attracted him inexorably.
The softness of her lips...
A violent desire seized him, at this memory.
No...
He should not.
He had to pull himself together...
For Eames' sake.
- Sorry...
With regret, Eames let go of Goren's wrist.
She would have thought he would have gotten over the last time...
But she should have known that he would never forgive himself.
Besides, she had to admit that deep down inside...
She would have wanted him to try again.
Eames didn't understand at first why every time a man tried to kiss her, Goren's face appeared.
But tonight...
She finally understood.
Goren wasn't just her partner...
Or the father Lola wanted to have...
He was much more to her...
But it had taken her all these years to realize that the one person she wanted…
And who was well to be the father of Lola ...
Was none other than Goren.
Goren walked to the door, stopped, and turned around.
He looked at Eames...
And was surprised to discover this sparkle in his eyes.
His eyes had never sparkled like that.
Could it be possible...
Crazy with hope...
He rushed towards Eames, who had not moved, and who was looking at him.
Goren wanted Eames so badly...
That it hurt him.
He couldn't hold back any longer.
Not being able to touch her...
Not being able to kiss her.
When he reached Eames, he took her face in his hands, bringing her face closer to his.
- I beg your pardon for what I'm about to do.
Eames shook his head in sign of negation.
Gently, he took possession of her lips.
Damn it...
Her lips that obsessed him day and night...
Since the evening when he had kissed by force.
He spread his lips, and moved back, all red, bringing the hand to his neck, all embarrassed to have let go.
- Forgiveness...
Alex shook the head in sign of negation, the pink with the cheeks.
Why was he apologizing...
She wanted as much as him this kiss.
She approached him, wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on her tiptoes, and brushed her lips.
Goren burst into flames.
His blood boiled throughout his body at the kiss.
He didn't dare believe it...
He had to be dreaming...
And yet...
It was Eames' lips on his.
Alex had just kissed him.
Eames moved away from his lips, caressed his neck with his fingers.
- Let yourself go...
At his words, Goren felt that he was losing control.
And that if Eames continued like this.
He could not hold back any longer.
Eames grabbed him by the neck, forcing him to lower his face towards her.
She took possession of his lips with ardor, forced the passage of his lips, intertwined their tongues in a wild dance.
With this kiss, Goren felt himself failing...
Pushing a moan.
Moaning which did not escape the ears of Alex, who smiled.
- Touch me.
At his words, Goren lost all control.
He lifted Eames in his arms, and carried her to her room, where he laid her gently on the bed.