I stare at him, that's all I can do right now. I can't move. It's been three years of dreaming for this day.. For him.
I'm caught out my daze when I feel a hard body consume me, strong arms around my waist. "fuck, its actually you" he mutters into my shoulder. I hold him tight, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
I can feel my eyes water when I look up at him, the face that's ruled my dreams for years. But holy fuck was it worth it, the way his eyes travel down my body, taking in every little detail.
I do notice how much more his shirt hugs his shoulders, the buttons daring to give away at any second. "you look so perfect right now.." I couldn't help but whisper. The warmth I felt in my heart felt so unfamiliar, yet so addictive.
I expect the heat to go away, but it doesn't seem to leave. It sits within me, heating up my blood and pumping it too my heart. How did I live without this before? My tears are wiped away by a rough thunp.
Im greedy, I crave more of the electricity that's running through me, the edge to hold him and never let go is dominating my mind. I sigh and take a step back, his hand staying firmly in mine. I take a long look at him, wide shoulders, chiseled torso that is deliciously presses against his white button up.
I smile and meet his eyes with mine, even with the glasses his beautiful
Eyes lingering on my lips a little too long. fuck this is better then I imagined.
But one thing that stood out above all, his height.. I knew I had a thing for tall people but the way he has to tilt his head down to see me, like he could do whatever he wanted to me and I couldn't stop him because of his size alone.
The thought alone did things to me, just imagineing what he can do in private.. His smooth voice pulls me out of my daze. "you still with me, shorty?" that fucking nickname.
It always bugged me over the phone, but in person? Let's jsut say i don't mind it so much now. "I'm not short, your jsut a skyscraper"
I didn't like how my body reacted when he parted his soft lips and a deep chuckle caressed my ears. I don't think I could be turned on by a sound but here we are.
After what felt like years making small talk we're finally over we were standing out side in the rain, we were cold, wet and very awkward. It's been three years since I fell in love with him and I'm still too scared to speak.
"I think it's on its way" I glance back up from my phone, where I orded an ober from. Funny how I was so sure id have a moterbike by now, yet Im barely making it by day to day with my salery.
"Took long enough, the wee bastard might not make it home if he takes any longer" Adam moves slightly behind me, ducking his head to see my phone thats heald close to my chest.
It was such a innocent action, with only the intent on looking at my screen but fuck, the way his breath slid over my neck made me bite my tongue to stop any noise from escaping me.
To my relief a black usv pulled up in front of us. The number of the business in a bold orange on the side of it. Adam strides up to the car, his chest grazing my shoulder as he walks past me.
After a minute or two of the driver and him taking, Adam looks at me and Stepps aside. "lady's first" he says with a grin as he holds out a hand for me to get in the car. "what a gentleman" I sarcastically reply and I take it.
As I lower my head to climb in, I'm greeted with five blank stares. To my horror there was only one seat left in the car. I quickly retreat and stare at Adam in shock. "t-there's only one seat back there"
He gives me a disappointed look "that's not funny dickhead" I gesture to the shut door. He opens on and freezes. "there's only one seat."
I look at him in discust "really?" I giggle when he glares at me, which he doesn't seem to be too happy about.
