[Book #2 in the Nystrom series]
[18+TW: mature content, heavy topics, language]
I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and close...
This was supposed to be a double update but I was sick all week and couldn't concentrate so hopefully I'll succeed in updating twice next friday!
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- AMAYA'S POV -
WE ARE SITTING on a couch in the corner of a McDonald's, facing each other, when Adams asks a question, "And? What do you think?"
I enjoyed the fact that there were not many people around.
We ordered burgers, and as I was ready to laugh, I covered my mouth and took a bite. There was a lot I missed out on.
"It is good," I mumble and nod while joy quite literally floods my brain wondering how I missed out on this.
"Yeah?" Adams nods and smiles, obviously pleased with my response as I set the food down, "I am surprised why I never ate this. It is delicious," I speak, complete honesty in my tone.
His smile widens while I observe, and then his eyes travel to something behind me, "Someone is celebrating their birthday," He mumbles.
Adams' hand stops me just as I'm ready to turn my head, gradually and gently taking hold of my jaw.
His cold hand sends chills through every muscle in my body when I feel his fingertips touch my skin.
My eyebrows crease in confusion as I attempt to comprehend what he is saying but he smiles and tilts his head to the side, "Do not look, hm? Keep your eyes on me, love."
He laughed as if he knew what I was contemplating, "They have cake, candles on top." As soon as I realize his admonition, I sigh and slowly send him a small nod.
Oh.
He remembers.
"Thank you," I whisper as my throat tightens when his hand eventually slips away from my jaw.
"Always, love." He reminds me while maintaining eye contact and pushing up the corners of his lips.
"Adams," I mumble his last name while he hums, "What does-This mean?" I inquire before dragging my finger down the rose tattoo on his left arm.
When I initially saw the tattoo, I could not really get it. Mainly due to the rose's thorny exterior.
As soon as I touch him, I notice his chest rise and fall heavily, and I trail my eyes to his face to make sure this is appropriate.
When he notices my hand on his arm, I see a smile spread along his face before his gaze returns to my face.
"It has a lot of meanings," He sighs, "I prefer to see myself as the rose, with the thorns serving as a deterrent to any potential enemies."
