chapter forty-nine.
therapy
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COBRA KAI
original chapter

MARISOL HAD HER FAVORITE FUZZY BLANKET WRAPPED AROUND HERSELF, settled onto her cozy bed. The room exuded a soft, dim glow, perfectly crafted for an immersive movie marathon. Marisol found herself deep within the suspense of the Scream movies when the ambient tension was abruptly interrupted by the buzzing of her phone. The screen's illumination revealed Eli's name, introducing a welcome diversion.

Curiosity sparking, Marisol reached for her phone, her fingers dancing over the screen to answer the call. A smile graced her face as she greeted Eli, her voice carrying the warmth of the room and the thrill of the movie. "Hey, Eli! How's it going?" she inquired, the anticipation of his response creating a delightful intermission in her movie night. On the other end, Eli's voice echoed with a cozy smile as he reciprocated the greeting, "Good! How are you doing, Mars?" The exchange, bathed in the cinematic glow, seamlessly merged the realms of thrilling suspense and comforting conversation.

The dimly lit room created an atmosphere of intimacy as Marisol, feeling a sense of comfort and openness with Eli, decided to reveal a significant aspect of her day. "I'm doing fine. Actually, I have my first therapy session with this new therapist in just an hour," she shared, her words carrying a mix of anticipation and vulnerability.

In the brief pause that followed, the ambient glow seemed to reflect the understanding and support emanating through the phone. Eli's response was measured but filled with empathy. "That's good, Marisol. Taking care of yourself is important," he conveyed, his voice offering a gentle reassurance that echoed in the cozy space they shared, both physically through the dim room and emotionally through the phone.

The room, with its softened lighting and the flickering glow of the screen, became a backdrop for a moment of genuine connection and support between friends. In Eli's understanding gaze, Marisol found a source of encouragement as she prepared for the upcoming therapy session, realizing the value of caring for her own well-being.

The dimly lit room created an atmosphere of intimacy as Marisol, feeling a sense of comfort and openness with Eli, decided to reveal a significant aspect of her day. "I'm doing fine. Actually, I have my first therapy session with this new therapist in just an hour," she shared, her words carrying a mix of anticipation and vulnerability.

In the brief pause that followed, the ambient glow seemed to reflect the understanding and support emanating through the phone. Eli's response was measured but filled with empathy. "That's good, Marisol. Taking care of yourself is important," he conveyed, his voice offering a gentle reassurance that echoed in the cozy space they shared, both physically through the dim room and emotionally through the phone.

The room, with its softened lighting and the flickering glow of the screen, became a backdrop for a moment of genuine connection and support between friends. In Eli's understanding gaze, Marisol found a source of encouragement as she prepared for the upcoming therapy session, realizing the value of caring for her own well-being.

Feeling a surge of motivation and support coursing through her, Marisol gently ended the call with Eli and gracefully sprang into action. With the movie momentarily set aside, she rose from her bed, the soft fabric of the sheets slipping away as she embraced a newfound sense of purpose. As she began to get dressed, the room around her seemed to hum with the positivity garnered from the conversation.

With each deliberate movement, Marisol stretched her arms above her head, the act symbolic of shedding any lingering doubts or hesitations. The morning sunlight, filtering through her bedroom window, painted her surroundings in a golden hue, casting a warm glow on her face. In that moment, she stood at the threshold of a new day, inspired and ready for whatever challenges or joys lay ahead.

Embracing the tangible warmth of the sun and the metaphorical warmth of encouragement, Marisol knew she was stepping into the day with a renewed vigor. The conversation with Eli had not only been a connection across distance but also a catalyst for positive change, setting the tone for a purposeful and fulfilling day ahead.

With a resolute glint in her eyes, Marisol purposefully made her way to the closet, the anticipation of a new day evident in each deliberate step. Surveying her wardrobe, she sought an outfit that would seamlessly embody the mood she wanted to carry forward. Her discerning gaze settled on a flowy sundress adorned in a riot of vibrant florals.

As she reached for the dress, the soft fabric greeted her fingertips, its tactile reassurance becoming a tangible connection to the day ahead. Slipping into the sundress, Marisol felt its gentle embrace, the fabric dancing around her as she secured it in place. The dress, with its playful patterns and lively colors, became a canvas for her mood and a reflection of the newfound determination.

As the sundress hugged her curves in all the right places, Marisol experienced a surge of confidence and an undeniable sense of beauty. The act of adorning herself in this carefully chosen ensemble became more than just getting dressed; it transformed into a personal celebration, a visual manifestation of the positive energy and purpose that now radiated from within her. With each movement, the vibrant patterns of the sundress seemed to echo the colorful possibilities of the day she was about to embrace.

In front of her vanity mirror, Marisol's fingers deftly reached for a hair tie, ready to weave a touch of magic into her long, luscious locks. With a fluidity born of practice, she began the rhythmic dance of gathering her hair into a low, messy bun. Each twist and turn seemed effortless, yet the result was a testament to a practiced finesse.

The low bun took shape with an understated elegance, capturing the essence of casual chic. A few loose strands, purposefully left to roam free, framed Marisol's face delicately, adding a touch of softness to her overall look. In the mirror's reflection, she saw more than just a hairstyle; she saw a reflection of self-assurance and a hint of playful charm.

As the imperfect perfection of the messy bun settled, Marisol took a moment to admire the reflection before her. The sunlit room and the vibrant sundress now had a harmonious companion in the casually elegant hairstyle, creating a symphony of elements that echoed the newfound determination and beauty she carried into the day.

Stepping up to the bathroom sink, Marisol cradled her toothbrush in hand, a vessel for the next step in her morning routine. With deliberate intention, she squeezed a pea-sized amount of toothpaste onto the bristles, the familiar scent of mint wafting through the air. The tube rested in her hand, a daily companion in the pursuit of oral care.

Commencing the gentle, circular motions of brushing, Marisol created a rhythmic dance between toothbrush and teeth. The bristles glided across enamel, as the refreshing minty foam enveloped her mouth. The sink held witness to this small but essential act of self-care, and with each circular sweep, she felt a gradual awakening of her senses.

The minty freshness lingered, leaving a crisp and invigorating sensation. As Marisol met her own gaze in the mirror, a sparkling smile emerged – a reflection not just of dental hygiene but of a readiness to face the day with a renewed sense of well-being. In these quiet moments of self-care, the bathroom transformed into a sanctuary, setting the tone for a day filled with positivity and vibrancy.

Having rinsed her mouth and patted her face dry, Marisol shifted her focus to her makeup collection. Opting for a natural and radiant look that would enhance rather than overpower, she embarked on the careful artistry of makeup application.

Beginning with a light layer of foundation, she expertly blended it into her skin with a practiced hand. The makeup seamlessly melded with her complexion, creating a flawless finish that served as a canvas for the enhancement of her features. In these deliberate movements, Marisol was crafting more than just a makeup look; she was embracing a form of self-expression that reflected her desire for a day filled with natural radiance.

With a steady hand, Marisol embarked on the next steps of her makeup routine. She carefully lined her eyes with a subtle brown eyeliner, adding a touch of definition to her gaze. The delicate strokes traced a subtle frame around her eyes, enhancing their natural allure.

Next, Marisol reached for her favorite mascara, the wand capturing her lashes with precision. With each sweep, her lashes embraced a coat that made them appear longer and fuller, adding a subtle allure to her eyes. The transformative power of mascara unfolded, bringing a captivating depth to her gaze.

Completing her look, a hint of peachy blush was swept across her cheeks. The gentle application bestowed a youthful and healthy glow, infusing her complexion with a touch of warmth. In these artful touches, Marisol not only enhanced her features but also crafted a radiant visage that mirrored her desire for a natural and effortlessly beautiful appearance.

In the final steps of her morning routine, Marisol carefully selected a soft, rosy lip color that harmonized seamlessly with her overall look. With a deft touch, she applied the lipstick, ensuring that her lips looked naturally plump and inviting. The rosy hue added a finishing touch to the canvas of her radiant makeup, enhancing her features with a subtle touch of color.

As Marisol admired her reflection in the mirror, the culmination of her efforts sparked a surge of confidence and excitement. The carefully chosen outfit, the effortlessly chic low messy bun, and the radiant makeup all coalesced into a look that resonated with elegance and self-assuredness.

To complete her transformation, Marisol indulged in a final touch of luxury. She spritzed on her favorite perfume, and the delicate scent enveloped her, creating a subtle yet distinctive aura of elegance. The fragrance became a personal signature, leaving a lingering presence that added an extra layer of sophistication to her overall ensemble.

In this meticulous process, Marisol not only adorned herself with external beauty but also cultivated an inner sense of strength and confidence that would accompany her throughout the day. Each element, from the lipstick to the perfume, became a brushstroke in the masterpiece of her morning ritual, leaving her ready to face the world with both grace and style.

Feeling like the best version of herself, Marisol confidently grabbed her bag and headed out the door, where Natasha awaited at the car. The vibrant energy she carried, emanating from her stylish ensemble, chic low messy bun, and radiant makeup, spoke volumes about the inner strength and self-assuredness she had cultivated that morning. As the door closed behind her, Marisol stepped into the day with a sense of grace and style that mirrored the confidence she felt within.

As the car glided through the city streets, Natasha stole a quick glance at Marisol, her concern evident in her eyes. "How are you doing today?" she asked, her tone a gentle inquiry into Marisol's well-being.

Marisol, comfortably settled in the passenger seat, met Natasha's gaze with a genuine smile. "I'm good, Nat. Honestly, I feel a lot better. The whole Cobra Kai situation being shut down has been like a breath of fresh air for me."

Natasha nodded, a supportive grin on her face. "That's great to hear. Sometimes, closure brings unexpected relief. Now, speaking of good things, any cravings for dinner?"

Marisol's eyes sparkled with playful mischief. "McDonald's, without a doubt."

Natasha erupted into laughter. "I had a feeling! Mila will be over the moon about that."

The car journey continued with an air of camaraderie and shared joy. Conversations veered toward evening plans, and the prospect of indulging in a comforting McDonald's meal added a layer of excitement to their ride. The city lights danced outside, mirroring the warmth and lightness within the car.

The car glided smoothly to a stop outside the place where Marisol sought her therapy sessions. The easy banter that had filled the car softened into a thoughtful quiet, the weight of the upcoming session palpable in the air.

Natasha turned off the engine, casting a supportive glance at Marisol. "You've got this, Marisol. Wishing you all the best in there. I'll be right here waiting when you're done."

Marisol smiled, a blend of gratitude and determination in her eyes. "Thanks, Nat. It means a lot."

With a comforting pat on Marisol's shoulder, Natasha conveyed a silent understanding of the moment. Marisol stepped out of the car, the door closing with a reassuring thud. The outside world seemed to hold its breath as Marisol walked towards the therapeutic space that awaited her.

As Marisol disappeared through the entrance, Natasha sat in the quiet car, the engine humming softly. She wished her daughter well, the air lingering with the hope that this session would bring the peace and clarity Marisol sought.

MARISOL HESITANTLY WALKED INTO THE DIM LIT THERAPIST OFFICE, her heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Marisol approached the reception desk with a determined stride, her gaze focused on the clipboard awaiting her signature. Carefully, she signed her name, the pen gliding smoothly across the paper as she completed the check-in process. With a sense of accomplishment, she turned around, momentarily lost in her thoughts.

However, in her contemplation, Marisol accidentally collided with someone standing nearby. The unexpected encounter prompted a quick apology, "Oops, sorry about that," she offered, her cheeks warming with a tinge of embarrassment. The person she had bumped into acknowledged the apology with a good-natured smile, and Marisol continued on her path, her mind now a mix of introspection and the social dance of acknowledging the unexpected encounter.

Tory, standing there with a warm smile, graciously waved off Marisol's apology. "No worries, Marisol. It happens. What brings you here?" she asked, her friendly tone creating a reassuring atmosphere.

Surprised by the unexpected encounter, Marisol's eyes widened as she took in the familiar face before her. She hadn't anticipated running into anyone she knew at the therapist's office. "I'm here for my therapy session. How about you, Tory?" Marisol inquired, her curiosity piqued by the coincidence, wondering about the reason behind Tory's presence in this unexpected setting. The air carried a subtle blend of surprise and intrigue as they navigated the unexpected intersection of their paths in the therapist's waiting area.

Tory's warm smile faded into a more serious expression as she shared her reason for being at the therapist's office. "I've been coming here too. Mrs. LaRusso asked me to attend therapy so they could sign off on allowing me to be near Sam and go back to school."

Marisol's thoughts raced as she absorbed the weight of Tory's revelation. The significance of therapy in Tory's life, not merely as a personal journey but as a crucial requirement to rebuild connections, became clearer. In that moment, the therapist's waiting area transformed into a space where the complexities of personal struggles and shared challenges converged.

"That's a big step," Marisol acknowledged, her voice softening with empathy. The gravity of Tory's journey resonated deeply with Marisol, who recognized the courage it took to navigate such a path. "I had no idea. I hope it's been helpful for you, Tory," she said softly, extending a genuine expression of care.

The air in the waiting area seemed to hold the unspoken camaraderie of individuals on distinct yet intertwined journeys toward healing. Marisol's words became a bridge, connecting their experiences and creating a shared space where understanding and support flowed freely.

Tory's nod carried a blend of gratitude and determination, her acknowledgment an affirmation of the shared strength in navigating challenging paths. "It's been challenging, but I'm doing my best to make progress. Thank you, Marisol," she expressed, their connection transcending words.

As Marisol and Tory both made their way towards their respective therapy sessions, a subtle camaraderie lingered in the air. Marisol felt a newfound connection with Tory, understanding the profound impact therapy had on people's lives. The unspoken understanding and shared moments of vulnerability had woven an invisible thread between them.

With a heart touched by this unexpected connection, Marisol entered the therapy room. The atmosphere within seemed charged with a sense of shared strength and resilience. As she settled into the session, Marisol embraced the exploration of her own healing journey, carrying with her the echoes of understanding and empathy shared in the therapist's waiting area.

MARISOL SAT NERVOUSLY IN THE COZY ARMCHAIR, fidgeting with her hands as she waited for Dr. Alderman to begin the session. The therapeutic room embraced a calming atmosphere, bathed in the gentle glow of dim lighting. Marisol found solace in the subdued ambiance as she awaited the arrival of Dr. Alderman. Finally, the door opened, and Dr. Alderman entered, her presence carrying a sense of reassurance. Kind eyes met Marisol's with empathy, forging an immediate connection.

"Hey Marisol, how's it going?" Dr. Alderman greeted, her voice a soothing melody that filled the room with warmth and comfort. Taking her seat across from Marisol, she settled in, her notepad and pen poised for the upcoming conversation. "How have you been since our last session?" she inquired, her tone inviting and compassionate.

As Marisol settled into her seat, the air in the room seemed to stir with the weight of unspoken emotions. Her voice, tinged with a mix of vulnerability and resilience, began to unravel the recent chapters of her life. "It's been a wild ride, Doc. Ever since Cobra Kai shut down and Terry Silver got arrested, it's been a rollercoaster. But Eli and I are doing well."

Dr. Alderman's attentive gaze and empathetic demeanor created a sanctuary within the dimly lit room. Marisol's words, laden with the impact of recent events, echoed against the walls, each sentence contributing to the evolving narrative of her journey. The room became a canvas for the emotions and stories that unfolded, providing a space for Marisol to navigate the complexities of change and growth.

In this therapeutic exchange, the subtle dance of spoken and unspoken emotions painted a vivid picture of Marisol's experiences. Dr. Alderman, with her notepad and pen poised, facilitated the exploration of emotions, creating a dialogue that unfolded like a carefully crafted tapestry, weaving together the threads of Marisol's story.

Dr. Alderman nodded, her expression a portrait of understanding. With a few deliberate scribbles on her notepad, she captured the essence of Marisol's words. "That's good to hear. Communication is key in any relationship. Have you and Eli been able to work through any disagreements?" Dr. Alderman inquired, her question opening the door to a deeper exploration of Marisol's relationship dynamics.

Marisol's eyes lit up, a small but genuine smile forming on her lips. "Definitely. We've had some disagreements about small things, but we've been able to talk it out and find common ground." Her words carried a sense of reassurance and contentment, reflecting the strength of the communication and understanding within her relationship with Eli.

Dr. Alderman acknowledged Marisol's response with a nod, her attentive demeanor encouraging the exploration of the positive aspects within Marisol's personal journey.

Dr. Alderman smiled, a warmth reflecting in her eyes with a subtle crinkle at the corners. It was evident she took pride in the progress Marisol and Eli had made. "It's wonderful to hear that you're communicating well. And how have you been with your friends?" Dr. Alderman extended the conversation, inviting Marisol to delve into the broader landscape of her social connections.

Marisol leaned back in her chair, a sense of comfort enveloping her. "I've been talking to them and hanging out. It's been great having their support." Her words resonated with a genuine appreciation for the strength and reassurance derived from the connections with her friends.

Dr. Alderman nodded, acknowledging the positive impact of these relationships on Marisol's well-being. The therapeutic space remained a haven for open reflection, providing Marisol with the opportunity to express gratitude for the supportive network that played a vital role in her life.

Dr. Alderman nodded, her gaze focused and attentive. "That's fantastic, Marisol. Having a strong support system is crucial. Now, let's talk about your bipolar disorder. How have you been feeling lately?" The shift in the conversation indicated a transition to a more focused exploration of Marisol's mental health, inviting her to share her experiences and emotions related to her bipolar disorder.

Marisol took a deep breath, her eyes searching for the right words. "Overall, I'm okay. But sometimes, I feel like I might go into a manic episode." The vulnerability in Marisol's words painted a nuanced picture of the ongoing challenges she faced, offering Dr. Alderman a glimpse into the complexities of managing bipolar disorder.

Dr. Alderman leaned forward, her voice filled with empathy. "I understand. In that case, I think it would be beneficial to increase your medication to provide additional support. We can monitor your progress and make any necessary adjustments." Her professional guidance offered a proactive approach to address the potential challenges Marisol faced, emphasizing the collaborative nature of the therapeutic journey.

Marisol's shoulders relaxed, a palpable sense of relief washing over her. "Thank you, Dr. Appleby. I appreciate your guidance and support," she expressed, her gratitude reflecting the comfort derived from their collaborative approach. Dr. Alderman smiled warmly, her eyes filled with genuine care.

"I'm here for you, Marisol. Let's work together to navigate through these challenges and find ways to manage your bipolar disorder," Dr. Alderman reassured, her commitment to Marisol's well-being evident in her words. The therapeutic space remained a sanctuary for understanding, support, and the shared journey towards mental health and stability.

MARISOL WALKED INTO CVS to retrieve her much-needed medicine. As she navigated the store's aisles, her heart skipped a beat when she found herself face to face with a girl who bore an uncanny resemblance to her late sister, Sophie. The shock of the encounter triggered a wave of emotions, causing Marisol to spiral into a gripping panic attack. Overwhelmed and disoriented, she felt as if the world around her was closing in. In that moment, the mundane setting of the store transformed into a battlefield of memories and emotions, leaving Marisol grappling with the intensity of her reaction.

Marisol's heart raced as she stepped into the dimly lit room, her senses heightened by the eerie silence that enveloped her. The air felt heavy, and the creaking floorboards beneath her seemed to echo through the stillness. Shadows danced on the walls, casting an unsettling ambiance. In this atmospheric setting, every sound and shadow became a vessel for her imagination, intensifying the sense of unease and heightening her awareness of the mysterious surroundings.

As Marisol ventured further into the CVS, her steps became hesitant, her breaths shallow. The weight of the unknown pressed upon her, triggering a surge of anxiety that coursed through her veins. Her mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more frantic than the last. The familiar aisles of the store took on an unfamiliar and disorienting quality as she grappled with the overwhelming sensations, transforming the routine shopping trip into a daunting and anxiety-laden journey.

A wave of dizziness washed over Marisol, causing her to stumble and grasp onto the nearest hallway towards the bathrooms for support. Her chest tightened, constricting her breathing, as if the very walls of the CVS were closing in on her.

She felt trapped, suffocated by an invisible force that threatened to consume her. The mundane surroundings of the store became a labyrinth of anxiety, each step echoing the struggle within as Marisol battled against the overwhelming sensations closing in on her.

Desperate for relief, Marisol tried to steady her trembling hands, focusing on the rhythm of her breath. She closed her eyes, attempting to shut out the overwhelming stimuli that bombarded her senses. Slowly, she counted each inhale and exhale, grounding herself in the present moment. In the quiet sanctuary she created within, Marisol sought solace and stability, reclaiming a sense of control over her internal turmoil.

Just as despair threatened to consume her, Robby, a familiar face, appeared out of nowhere. Sensing her distress, he offered a steady hand and a comforting presence. With his calming guidance, Marisol managed to regain control of her racing thoughts and trembling body. As she took deep breaths, she mustered the courage to ask, "W — What are you doing here?" she stuttered. The unexpected presence of Robby became a lifeline in the midst of her turmoil, providing a moment of respite and connection in the disorienting environment of the CVS.

Robby's unexpected presence in the store aisles caught Marisol off guard. The familiar face, usually associated with other contexts, appeared at a critical moment. "I was actually getting alcohol for my dad when I saw you fall to your knees . . . Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern. The routine act of picking up items from the store had transformed into an unexpected encounter, creating a bridge between their lives in a shared moment of vulnerability and care.

Marisol nodded, unable to meet his gaze, her gratitude evident in her eyes. Curiosity tugging at her, she found herself asking, "How did you know how to calm someone during a panic attack?" The question revealed a yearning for understanding, as the unexpected support from Robby sparked a curiosity about the source of his comforting and grounding presence.

A hint of vulnerability flickered across Robby's face as he replied, "I've had my fair share." His words resonated with Marisol, creating a shared understanding that she wasn't alone in her struggles. She offered a heartfelt, "Well, thank you," before gathering her strength and standing up, ready to face the world once again. In this exchange, the aisles of the CVS became a brief yet profound space of connection and empathy, reminding both Marisol and Robby of the shared human experiences that bind us together.

As Marisol walked away without another word, a sense of connection lingered in the air, leaving a worried Robby. He took out his phone and shot a text to Eli, expressing his concern and briefly recounting the encounter with Marisol.

Robby to Eli: i just had an encounter with marisol... she seemed distraught. i would check on her.

AS MARISOL WEARILY WALKED through the threshold of her home, the weight of the day's events pressed upon her shoulders. She made her way to her bedroom, seeking solace in the familiar comfort of her bed. Collapsing onto the soft mattress, her body trembled with pent-up emotions, and tears began to flow uncontrollably. The haven of her bedroom became a sanctuary for the release of the overwhelming feelings that had accumulated during the tumultuous encounter in the store.

In the midst of her anguish, the door creaked open, and Mila, her younger sister, cautiously entered the room. Sensing the turmoil that consumed her older sister, Mila approached with tender care, her eyes filled with empathy and concern.

Without uttering a single word, she gently climbed onto the bed, wrapping her arms around Marisol in a warm, comforting embrace. In this silent gesture, the unspoken language of sisterhood spoke volumes, offering solace and understanding in a moment of shared vulnerability.

As Marisol's sobs wracked her body, Mila held her tightly, allowing her sister to release the pain that had been building inside. The room filled with the sound of their shared sorrow, a cathartic symphony of tears and whispered reassurances. Mila's presence served as a beacon of unconditional love, a safe haven where Marisol could surrender to her grief. In this intimate exchange, the unbreakable bond of sisterhood became a source of strength, offering comfort in the face of emotional turmoil.

In that intimate moment, Mila's embrace became a lifeline, a reminder that she was not alone in her struggles. The weight of Marisol's anguish was lightened by the warmth of her sister's arms, and the tears that stained her pillow were infused with a sense of healing. Together, they weathered the storm of emotions, finding solace in the unbreakable bond of sisterhood. The room, once filled with the echoes of pain, transformed into a sanctuary where love and understanding prevailed, bridging the gap between despair and hope.

MARISOL'S ROOMS BATHED WITH A SOFT, dim light, casting a moon glow upon the scene from her window. The air was thick with anticipation as Marisol, lost in the melodies of her favorite tunes, felt a gentle tap on her window. Startled, she turned her gaze towards the source of the sound, her heart racing with a mix of curiosity and excitement. The unexpected interruption in her musical cocoon hinted at the possibility of an intriguing encounter or a surprise waiting just beyond the glass.

To her surprise, it was Eli, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. In an instant, she knew she had to let him in, to explore the uncharted territory of their connection. With a mischievous smile, she opened the window, granting him access to her sanctuary.

As Eli gracefully climbed through the window, his presence filled the room with an electric energy. Time seemed to slow down as he stood before her, his gaze filled with concern and a hint of vulnerability. Before either of them could utter a word, Marisol's heart took control, propelling her forward to close the distance between them.

Their lips met in a passionate, fiery kiss, a culmination of unspoken emotions that had lingered in the air. The soft warmth of Marisol's lips pressed against Eli's, creating an intimate connection that sent shivers down their spines. As their mouths intertwined, the world around them seemed to blur into insignificance, leaving only the electric tension that crackled between Marisol and Eli.

The room's ambient sounds became distant echoes, drowned out by the intensity of the moment. Time itself seemed to suspend, allowing them to savor each heartbeat and every shared breath. Marisol's fingers delicately traced the contours of Eli's face, while his hands found solace in the gentle curve of her waist. Each touch conveyed a depth of longing, and every caress spoke volumes about the magnetic pull that had drawn them closer.

In the dance of their tongues and the tender exploration of each other's bodies, a language of desire unfolded. Their breaths mingled, creating an intimate symphony that resonated with the unspoken yearning they had kept hidden for so long. It was a symphony of senses, an intricate dance of passion and vulnerability, composed in the sacred space they had created.

In that stolen moment, the world outside ceased to exist. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their hands tracing the contours of each other's skin, their breaths intermingling in a symphony of shared longing. The room became a sanctuary of raw emotions, a space where inhibitions dissolved, leaving only the pure, unadulterated connection between Marisol and Eli. Every touch, every movement, spoke a silent language, articulating desires that had long been confined to the realm of unspoken fantasies.

Marisol's fingers explored the canvas of Eli's back, tracing the lines of his spine with a delicate urgency. His hands, firm yet tender, navigated the landscape of her body, mapping out the contours that had fueled their shared desires. The rhythm of their breaths synchronized, creating a hypnotic cadence that echoed the passion they had unleashed.

In the midst of their entangled bodies, time lost its grip. The room transformed into an intimate haven where vulnerability blossomed into connection. Their shared longing became a palpable force, enveloping them in a cocoon of mutual desire. Every stolen moment, every stolen touch, etched itself into the tapestry of their shared history, forever altering the dynamics of their relationship.

Their lips moved in a sloppy dance, a fusion of desire and exploration. Eli's hand traversed the curve of Marisol's side, ascending to rest on the side of her neck with an intimate assurance. In response, Marisol's hand ascended along the fabric of Eli's hoodie, finding a resting place on his chest, feeling the rhythmic beats beneath.

The intricate choreography continued as Eli's other hand ventured to Marisol's hips, creating a gentle tug that pulled her in closer. The space between them dissolved, and the gravitational pull of their bodies intensified. The raw, unfiltered connection blossomed in these shared moments of touch, each movement an unspoken dialogue conveying a tapestry of emotions.

The room bore witness to the uninhibited exploration of two souls, lost in the intoxicating cadence of their physical entanglement. In the midst of the passionate exchange, inhibitions faded away, leaving only the electric tension that defined their connection. It was a symphony of touches, a dance of unbridled passion etching its indelible mark on the canvas of their shared intimacy.

She took a breath, their gazes locking as they paused. "Your beautiful blue eyes, I've missed them," she whispered, gazing into his eyes. He chuckled, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. "And those brown eyes of yours, I've missed them too."

Despite the inherent cheesiness of the moment, the depth of their affection overshadowed it. He leaned in, closing the gap between them, and their lips met in a fervent kiss. His hand skillfully wove into her hair, which she had liberated from its bun just a few hours before, the strands falling delicately around them like a cascade of silk. The intensity of their connection was palpable in the lingering embrace, a testament to the profound yearning and love they shared.

Eli's breath became an audible rhythm, syncing with the deepening passion of their kiss. Gently withdrawing, he embarked on a sensual journey, his lips leaving a trail of warmth down her jawline. As he reached the curve of her collarbone, his mouth delicately connected, savoring the tender skin. The air seemed to pulse with the intensity of their shared desire, each touch and movement etching a vivid moment of intimacy.

A subtle moan escaped her lips as Eli's attention focused on the sensitive spot near her neck, the sensations deepening as he explored her collarbone. His hands traced an ascending path along Marisol's body, fingertips leaving a trail of anticipation. Continuing his exploration, Eli's hands ventured beneath her t-shirt, prompting a decisive response from Marisol. She reached for the edges of her shirt, conveying her unspoken desire. With a suggestive tug, she invited Eli to unveil the layers between them.

Eli lifted his mouth from her collarbone, locking eyes with her as she smirked, gracefully removing her t-shirt. In that moment of subtle exposure, a charged connection passed between them. The ensuing night unfolded as a magical tapestry of shared moments and intimacy, weaving a memory that lingered in the space between stolen glances and tender touches.

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ash speaks!

and you can imagine the rest because
i cant write smut for the life of me🤦🏼‍♀️
turns out i might have covid for the third time!!!!
thats what happens when you travel 😒
i hope you enjoyed this bonus chapter since
the writers strike and actors strike is still happening