💋 This Is Where Secrets Begin… Larry and Lynette Kiss 😱

 

💋 This Is Where Secrets Begin… Larry and Lynette Kiss 😱

The room felt too quiet.

Not the peaceful kind of quiet—but the dangerous kind. The kind where every breath feels louder than it should, where every heartbeat sounds like a confession waiting to escape.

Larry stood near the window, his hands in his coat pockets, staring outside but seeing nothing. His mind was a battlefield—Bethany’s name echoing in one corner, Lynette’s presence filling the other. He told himself he shouldn’t be here. He told himself he should leave.

But he didn’t.

Behind him, Lynette sat on the edge of the chair, clutching her purse like it was the only thing grounding her. She hadn’t planned for this moment either. This was supposed to be a conversation. Just words. Just closure.

Yet somehow… it had become everything but that.

“Say something,” Lynette finally whispered.

Larry turned slowly.

Their eyes met—and something shifted.

It wasn’t sudden.
It wasn’t dramatic.
It was quiet… and dangerous.

“I shouldn’t have come,” Larry said, his voice low.

“I didn’t ask you to,” Lynette replied, standing now. “But you stayed.”

Silence fell again, thicker than before.

They were standing closer than either realized. Too close for comfort. Too close for innocence.

“You know this is wrong,” Larry said, though his feet didn’t move.

Lynette swallowed. “Then why does it feel like the truth?”

That sentence hit him harder than any slap ever could.

Larry looked away, jaw tightening. “People would get hurt.”

Lynette stepped closer—one step that erased all distance.

“We’re already hurting,” she said softly. “We just pretend we’re not.”

Larry felt her breath now. Warm. Real.

He could walk away.
He should walk away.

But then Lynette reached for his hand.

Just a touch.

Not a pull.
Not a demand.

A question.

Larry looked down at their hands intertwined, and in that moment, every rule he’d ever lived by cracked.

“Lynette…” he warned.

She looked up at him, eyes searching his face. “If you’re going to leave, do it now.”

He didn’t.

Instead, his hand tightened around hers.

The air shifted.

Larry leaned in slightly—close enough to feel her breath catch. Lynette’s heart raced so fast she was sure he could hear it. She closed her eyes, not because she was sure, but because she wasn’t strong enough anymore.

And then—

Their lips met. 💋

It wasn’t rushed.
It wasn’t wild.

It was slow. Careful. Almost afraid.

Like both of them knew this single kiss would change everything.

Larry pulled back first, breath unsteady, forehead resting against hers. “This can’t happen again,” he whispered.

Lynette smiled sadly. “That’s what everyone says right before it does.”

Larry laughed quietly—then stopped when he realized she was right.

Because that kiss wasn’t just a moment.

It was a secret.

A secret that would grow heavier with every glance, every accidental touch, every lie told to protect it.

Outside that room, lives would continue.
Names would be spoken.
Promises would be broken.

But inside that moment, only one truth existed:

This wasn’t love yet.
This wasn’t betrayal yet.

This was the beginning.

The kind of beginning that destroys friendships, rewrites loyalties, and turns silence into guilt.

Larry finally stepped back, opening the door. “No one can ever know.”

Lynette nodded, though her lips still burned from the kiss. “That’s how secrets survive.”

As Larry walked away, neither of them realized one thing—

Secrets don’t stay buried.

They wait.

And when they come out…
they ruin everything 😱💔