Enchanted melody of our hearts

💌FRESA METS LAMPOST-CHAPTER-4

Adrian's hands felt like a brand upon her skin, his touch igniting a delicious warmth that pulsed through her. His gaze flickered from her wide, expressive eyes to the soft curve of her lips, sending a jolt of both electricity and vulnerability through her. Every inch of her blushed in response.

His eyes danced back to meet hers, his mouth slightly parted as if momentarily lost for words. Then, the silence was shattered by a single, breathy "Wow." The deep rumble of his voice wasn't just a word; it was a vibration she felt resonating within her body. "Adrian," its lower than a whisper, pronounced his name. His lips curved into a satisfied smile upon hearing her say his name.

 Adrian, his grip surprisingly firm on Meera's waist, held her close despite her mumbled plea, "Umm, let me go, please?" His response, however, sent a jolt through her.

"Why would I let you go, Fresa," he drawled, his voice a deep rumble, "when I can't think of a million reasons why you should stay right here in my arms?" A confident smirk played on his lips. Meera's cheeks flushed as the familiar nickname - "Fresa," Spanish for strawberry, a term of endearment used in their childhood - sent a wave of nostalgic warmth through her. But before she could melt completely and she assumed he spoke to every girl this way, her sassiness erupted. "Well, Adrian," she quipped, "you might need a longer list than a million reasons to keep up with me. I won't settle for just any charming arms, you know." Her voice held a playful challenge, her head tilting back just enough to send her dark hair cascading down her shoulders. A genuine laugh erupted from Adrian, disarmingly heartfelt. He relished seeing the fire back in her, the spark of the girl he knew. "Oh, Raleigh (really)?" he countered, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Then perhaps you haven't experienced the full extent of their charm just yet, Fresa."

Suddenly, Adrian let go of her waist, leaving Meera momentarily surprised. Before she could react, he gently grasped both her hands, his touch sending a spark through her. He held them firmly, his gaze holding hers.

For a moment, Meera found herself lost in his emerald eyes, a feeling she'd only read about before. The butterflies in her stomach took flight, their movements chaotic and exhilarating. Then, with a slight dip of his head, Adrian brought her hands to his lips, placing a soft kiss on each, a gesture both unexpected and tender.

"Abuela told me you made the muffins. I assumed she made them and kissed her hands in gratitude. But she revealed that you were the one behind those delicious treats. They're really tasty, and this is my reward for your baking skills," Adrian explained, offering a warm smile. Meera's cheeks flushed a warm. She couldn't help but be touched by his gesture, the playful teasing momentarily forgotten. She blurted out in a startled voice, "Adrian! Don't kiss my hands."

Adrian's confident smile faltered, his brows furrowing in surprise. He held onto her hands, refusing to let go. "Why not, Fresa?" he drawled, his voice laced with Irritation. "Why? In the past, whenever I came here, you'd come and hug me, kissing my cheeks. I'd reciprocate, Now, I'm here with big expectations  picturing a warm welcome kiss on my cheeks, and this is what I get?" Meera shook her head, a mixture of amusement and disbelief warring within her. It was true, they were kids back then, free to express their affection without consequence. Now, however, butterflies were staging a full-blown concert in her stomach at the mere intensity of his gaze. While a part of her enjoyed his attempts at closeness, another part felt the need to maintain a façade. "We were kids, Adrian," she reminded him, her voice tinged with a touch of exasperation. "We're grown-ups now." Adrian chuckled, "Yet, you still seem to fit perfectly under my arm," he pointed out, nudging his chin toward her with a playful smirk. "Seems not much has changed in that department, Fresa. You still barely reach my chest," he remarked, Meera disliked comments about her height, especially when it came to her height, and shot him a withering glare. She snatched her hands from his, placing them firmly on her hips, and puffed out her chest. "I'm not small, Adrian," she retorted, her voice laced with offense. "You're just a walking lamp post, then and now." Her lips twitched, With a huff, she turned and walked towards the house, leaving Adrian standing there, grinning from ear to ear. He relished the way she feigned anger, knowing full well that her playful facade couldn't completely mask the spark of attraction he saw burning in her eyes. He watched her go, his heart thrumming with a newfound excitement.