𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓S

💌FRESA METS LAMPOST-CHAPTER-4

Meera pov:

So, there I was, totally caught off guard, when Adrian's hands landed on my waist like—boom—fireworks! Like, I could feel this warm, electric buzz from his touch, and honestly, my brain went "hello, what's happening??" My eyes were wide, staring at him, and I caught him checking out my lips, which, by the way, made me blush like crazy.

Then, his eyes locked onto mine and he just stood there, mouth a little open like he forgot how to talk or something. And then, out of nowhere, he goes, "Wow." Just that one word, but it felt like it shook me from the inside out.

"Adrian," I mumbled, barely a whisper. And man, when he heard me say his name, his smile got all smug and satisfied.

He was still holding me tight, and I kind of mumbled, "Umm, let me go, please?" But did he let go? Nope.

Instead, he says, all smooth and low, "Why would I let you go, Fresa? When I can't think of a million reasons why you should stay right here."

Fresa? That old nickname from when we were kids? It hit me like a warm wave—so nostalgic and kinda adorable. But hey, I'm not about to melt into a puddle just because of that. So I fired back, sass mode ON:

"Well, Adrian, you might need more than a million reasons to keep up with me. I don't settle for just any charming arms, you know?"

He laughed — like, genuinely — and it was so nice seeing the old fire in him. Then he smirked and teased, "Oh really? Then maybe you haven't experienced the full charm yet, Fresa."

Suddenly, he let go of my waist, which caught me off guard. But before I could even react, he grabbed both my hands. The way he held them? Sparks. Seriously.

I got lost in those emerald eyes of his, and my stomach did that crazy butterfly dance. Then he gently kissed each of my hands—soft, tender, totally unexpected.

He said, "Abuela told me you made the muffins. I thought she did. But turns out, you're the one behind those tasty treats. So this is my reward for your baking skills."

I blushed so hard I'm pretty sure I glowed. Then, without thinking, I blurted out, "Adrian! Don't kiss my hands!"

His smile faltered, and he looked kind of surprised. He held onto my hands tighter and said, "Why not, Fresa? You used to hug me and kiss my cheeks when I came here. I expected a warm welcome kiss this time, and this is what I get?"

I shook my head, half amused, half exasperated. "We were kids, Adrian," I reminded him. "We're grown-ups now."

He just chuckled and said, "Yet, you still fit perfectly under my arm." Then, with a cheeky smirk, he pointed to me and said, "Not much has changed. You still barely reach my chest."

Okay, that hit a nerve. I don't like comments about my height, especially when it's him! So, I shot him a glare, took back my hands, put them on my hips, puffed out my chest, and said, "I'm not small, Adrian."

"I'm not small, Adrian. You're just a walking lamp post."

He laughed, I smirked, and then I turned away, walking back inside before he could tease me more.

But I caught the way he was grinning—like he was winning or something—and honestly?

My heart? Still doing some salsa dance in my chest after all that drama with Adrian. Ugh. He really had the nerve to act all cool and collected while I was out here questioning my entire existence like some Wattpad heroine on chapter six.

Anyway.

I tried to act casual, like nothing happened. Like my hands didn't just get kissed twice. Like he didn't call me Fresa in that voice. Like my heart didn't flip inside out and do cartwheels. Normal girl stuff.