One evening, as they were sitting in the study, discussing their day, Dmitri reached out and gently took Elías's hand. It was a simple gesture, but it was charged with emotion. Elías hesitated for a moment, then squeezed Dmitri's hand in return.
It was the first physical contact they had shared since their reunion, and it felt electric. A wave of longing washed over Elías, a desire to be close to Dmitri, to feel his touch again.
Dmitri leaned closer, his eyes searching Elías's. "Can I kiss you?" he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.
Elías's heart skipped a beat. He had been longing for this moment, but he was also afraid. Afraid of being hurt again, afraid of losing control.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Yes," he whispered back.
Dmitri gently cupped Elías's face in his hands and leaned in, his lips brushing against Elías's. The kiss was soft and tentative, a question rather than a demand. Elías responded in kind, opening himself up to the possibility of love and forgiveness.
The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more urgent. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of regret, and of hope. It was a kiss that sealed their commitment to rebuilding their