Falling Forbidden (Unfinished)

22 Give Me Her

(Chapter name inspired by the song Give Me Her by Michl)

Adam

Last night was probably the most intimate experience I've had with a woman.

To wake up from a nightmare, on the verge of insanity, blind with fear. Then find Selena under me. Hugging me tight. The pain in her voice she felt for me. The tenderness. The ice barrier around my chest melted at her soft command. I lost my mind. I kissed her.

I kissed her and she loved it. She kissed me back with as much longing and passion, not trying to hide. It wasn't about initiating sex. That's been the reason I've kissed women all my life. Part of foreplay, no big deal. But with Selena, it was like our hearts were meeting each other. It was complete surrender. Nothing mattered and it was a blissful fucking moment to be in.

While I remember every curve on Selena's body and how good it felt to roam my hands over her, my thoughts are interrupted with a phone call.

Roxie's calling me at 8 AM?

"What's wrong?" My voice sounds like I haven't had water for eighty years.

"Nothing, what you up to?"

I scowl and check the caller ID again, making sure it's her. "Are you dying?"

"I'm afraid you're determined to do that before me." She barks out a dry laugh. "So I heard D'Amico has you by the balls. Did I not warn you about this, Adam? Did we not have this conversation?"

I roll my eyes at her unsolicited scolding. Time for coffee. "Let me worry about that. Do me a favor and look out for Leah a little longer?"

There's a long pause. "Seriously? You're seriously going to risk your life for that girl?"

"Would you relax?" I press the espresso machine, but it won't work. I press harder. Longer. Nothing. "Fuck, how does she turns this on?"

"Ew, don't tell me—"

Another call interrupts her and I check the ID, then instantly regret it.

It's my new boss.

"I gotta go, Rox." I hang up and press the answering button, but I don't greet him.

"Good morning, sunshine."

Ridiculous. "What do you want?"

"Would you please be a dear and come to my house tonight at 8? And bring Selena with you."

"Why? She can write from home."

At that moment, Selena steps out of the shower. Her black hair swept back and drenched. When our eyes meet across the living room, she stops in her tracks. My heart does a weird fluttering thing, making me clench my jaw.

"She's doing something else tonight." D'Amico breaks my focus. "I need her assistance to blackmail Jacob's Head of drug distribution."

"Not happening." I turn my back towards her and stab the button a thousand times again.

"Relax. I have a soft spot for the little writer. I think it's because she's so much like you. Sharp, soft-hearted, with unapologetic principles."