𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓S

💫LIONS TENDER HEART-CHAPTER-22

The full chapter from Adrian's point of view!

Adrian pov:

¡Madre mía! Those lips... Meera's lips. Soft like clouds, sweet like sugarcane, and innocent like she's never even imagined being kissed. That first kiss? Worth every second of the wait, every damn moment I held back. And the way she melted into it—my shy little Fresa following my lead, letting me guide her? Dios... I was gone.

Now we're standing outside her house. Quiet street, moon's out, and she's busy looking everywhere but at me—twisting that bracelet like it's a prayer bead. I lean against my bike, arms crossed, just watching her be all adorably flustered. She's so small, all nerves and blush, and she doesn't even realize how she's wrecking me.

"I-I..." she stammers, eyes bouncing around.

"You, you what, corazón?" I smirk, pushing off the bike.

I take her hand, warm and trembling, and pull her closer. She gasps, eyes wide like I just stole the moon, and places a tiny hand on my chest. Fits under me like she was made for it. "Adrian..." she whispers, all worried and shy, "someone might see..."

"Nadie, mi amor." No one. My voice drops low, just for her. "Not letting you leave until you answer my question."

She blinks up at me. "What question?"

I lean in, cocky smile in full swing. "Did you like that kiss, Fresa?"

She blushes, all soft and red like a rose caught in sunlight. "Y-Yes," she whispers, barely audible.

Before I can tease her more, the girl stuns me. She goes up on her tiptoes, gives me a quick peck—uno chiquito—then runs like I'm the damn devil. "Bye Adrian! See you tomorrow!"

¿Perdón?(pardon) You run after stealing my heart AND my kiss? She thinks that peck's enough to distract me? Tomorrow, Fresa. Tomorrow, you're not escaping.

Cruise back home, mood soaring, parked smooth in the garage. Abuela's on the couch, watching one of those overly dramatic telenovelas—someone's always fainting or slapping someone else. Classic.

She spots me, grinning like she already knows. Waves a plate of her famous cookies at me like it's bait. Can't resist. Nunca.

"How was the date, boy" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

I grab a cookie, trying to look casual. "Let's just say... it was a good day to be me."

Abuela laughs, cheeks pink. I wiggle my brows. "So... was Abuelo as smooth as me when he was young, or nah?"

She rolls her eyes but blushes deeper. I laugh loud, the kind of laugh that shakes off stress. Then I head upstairs, still tasting Meera on my lips.

Phone buzzes. Papá.

Haven't talked to him in a couple days. Things have been... weird since mamá passed. We've both got walls. But after seeing Meera and how she loves her dad? Yeah. I needed to fix this.

Swipe to answer. "Hola, Papá."

"Hola, mijo," (Hello, son) he booms, voice full of teasing warmth. "You sound like someone who just saw God."

"Maybe I did," I smirk. "Had my first date with Meera today."

He laughs, loud and proud. "¡Finalmente! Mi hijo finally found a girl! Muy bien, mijo." (Finally! My son finally found a girl! Very good, son.)

I roll my eyes. "Relax, Padre. You act like I was a monk."

We chat a bit—just small stuff. Then his tone shifts.