Sun and Adele had been dating for almost a year now. Their relationship had blossomed into something beautiful and deeply intimate. Despite the challenges they had faced, they had found a rhythm that worked for them. They spent their days exploring LA, working on their respective projects, and their nights wrapped in each other’s arms.
However, the public was starting to take notice. Rumors began to circulate that Adele was frequently seen with her photographer, Sun. The tabloids and gossip columns speculated about their close friendship, but fortunately, most people dismissed the idea of anything more due to the widespread belief that Adele was straight.
One evening, as Sun was preparing dinner, Adele came in from the balcony, her face etched with concern. "Sun, we need to talk."
Sun looked up from the cutting board, her heart skipping a beat at Adele’s serious tone. "What’s wrong?"
Adele sighed, running a hand through her hair. "The rumors are getting worse. People are starting to question why we’re always together. I just... I don’t know how to handle it."
Sun’s stomach twisted with anxiety. She had noticed the whispers and the looks they received when they were out in public. "I’ve been telling everyone we’re just friends, like we agreed. Isn’t that enough?"
Adele’s expression softened, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Sun, it’s not just about what we say. It’s how we act. And lately, I feel like you’re ashamed of us. Like you don’t want anyone to know we’re together."
Sun’s heart sank. "Adele, that’s not true. I just thought we agreed to keep things private because of your career."
Adele walked over, taking Sun’s hands in hers. "I know, and I appreciate that. But it feels like more than that. When you tell people we’re just friends, it hurts. It’s like you’re denying our relationship."
Sun’s eyes filled with tears. "I’m sorry, Adele. I didn’t realize how much it hurt you. I thought I was protecting us."
Adele pulled Sun into a tight embrace. "I know you were trying to protect us, but I don’t want to hide anymore. I want to be able to hold your hand in public, to kiss you without worrying who’s watching."
Sun nodded, burying her face in Adele’s shoulder. "I want that too. I’m just scared."
Adele lifted Sun’s chin, looking into her eyes. "We’ll face it together, Sun. Whatever comes our way, we’ll deal with it. But we need to be honest with ourselves and with the people around us."
The next few weeks were a mix of tension and tenderness. Adele made a concerted effort to show Sun just how much she loved her, despite the challenges they faced. She was fiercely protective, often bristling when she noticed anyone looking at Sun in a way that wasn’t purely platonic.
One evening, they attended a charity event together. The room was filled with celebrities and influential people, and the air buzzed with chatter and camera flashes. Adele stayed close to Sun, her arm wrapped possessively around her waist.
As the night went on, Sun could feel the weight of Adele’s protectiveness. Every time someone approached Sun, Adele’s grip tightened, her eyes flashing with a mix of jealousy and possessiveness.
During a quiet moment, Sun pulled Adele aside. "Adele, you need to relax. People are starting to notice how tense you are."
Adele’s eyes softened, but there was still a hint of frustration. "I can’t help it, Sun. I hate the way people look at you. Like they have any right to your attention."
Sun placed a gentle hand on Adele’s cheek. "I’m yours, Adele. No one else. But we can’t keep living like this, constantly on edge. We need to trust each other."
Adele nodded, her shoulders sagging with the weight of her emotions. "You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll try to be better."
The rest of the evening passed with a bit more ease. Adele made a conscious effort to relax, and Sun felt a glimmer of hope that they could find a balance.
As they left the event, hand in hand, Sun felt a sense of peace. They had a long way to go, but with open communication and mutual support, she knew they could navigate the challenges ahead.
Later that night, as they lay in bed, Sun turned to Adele. "I’ve been thinking... maybe it’s time we stop hiding. Maybe we should tell people about us."
Adele’s eyes widened with surprise and hope. "Are you sure?"
Sun nodded, feeling a sense of resolve. "Yes. I love you, Adele. And I’m tired of pretending otherwise. Let’s face the world together, no more hiding."
Adele’s smile was radiant as she pulled Sun into a loving kiss. "Together, then. No more hiding."
And with that, they both felt a newfound sense of freedom and determination, ready to face whatever the world had in store for them, hand in hand.
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Love in the Spotlight
RomanceSun a 18 year old Iranian girl is going to England to begin a new chapter of her life. It's a romantic lesbian story based on my imagination.