INEBRIATED - Adam Sackler.

Chapter 19 - Pride & Love.

   You had spent the rest of the night back at Adams, after your shift. The two of you comforted each other, laughed, caught up on missed time. He didn't spare you of a great fuck either.

   The two of you practically christened his entire apartment. But it wasn't all sexual at first — it started with innocent and longing touches, hugs, kissing, gentle caressing. But Adam was hardly ever gentle when he got riled up — eventually, he was throwing you over the back of the couch, and then placing your backside on the countertop, just to toss you on his bed and continue.

He had you practically melting under him. You couldn't count how many times you had cum, even on two hands. At one point, he had been eating you out for so long that he was gasping for air. By the end of the night, the two of you laid naked and sheeted with sweat, strewn across his living room floor.

   You looked over at him, eyes glossed. You studied him — strays of his ink black hair glued to his forehead and prominent cheekbones with sweat, his dilated eyes, his full pink lips, the small freckles on his skin. He seemed to be staring off into nothing as he caught his breath, his wide chest rising and falling quickly. You managed a small smile.

   He caught your stare, eyes flickering as a grin of his own grew on his lips, revealing his snagged tooth. "What are you looking at, kid?" He asked you with a hoarse voice, cocking a lazy brow. He huffed, pushing himself to rest on one arm, hovering over you. 

   You shrug. "I'm just looking at you." You answer softly. He huffed with a smile once more. Your eyes followed his big paw of a hand as he raised it, bringing it over to brush the hair off your face. You lean into his touch, humming warmly.

With everything you've been through with Adam, things finally felt good for once. You didn't have some inclining feeling that something bad was going to happen either — things felt actually good for once, like nothing would go wrong. You liked the peace of it all.

You let your eyes roam across his apartment. You thought of all the things you had to go through just to get him back — the relapsing, Hannah, your fathers passing, the pregnancy scare with his other girlfriend, and even your own stupid choices. You were confident you weren't going to fuck up anymore. This was permanent — at least for a long while.

"We should go to a meeting." You sigh, looking back up at him. He studies you for a moment before nodding in agreement.

"We should." Adam repeats back to you, hoisting himself off the floor with a guttural groan.

He was quick to offer a big hand out to you, helping peel you off the floor with him. You try to hide the blush in your cheeks when he turns away from you, your eyes on his bare backside as he trails off into his bedroom.

"I know you're staring at my ass, kid!" Adam shouts from his bedroom, probably getting dressed in the process. You let out a small giggle.

"In your dreams, Sackler." You chime back, following him into his bedroom.

Adam and you sat beside each other, squeaky plastic chairs practically pushed up against each other. There were a few less people today then usual, but it didn't make much difference. Flo was up at the front, rambling into the wooden podium microphone.

Everything was still the same as you left it. The carpet was still old in age, coated with dust. The smell of a burnt pot of coffee was pungent, along with stale cookies and donuts. There were still familiar faces too — like Michael, the old eccentric gay man who cried too often. In a way, the meetings were a home you never had — you were never judged for your addiction here.