Patience Heart

One Night to Remember Part 1

I ran back, chasing after Adam, my legs moving faster than my thoughts. He was just about to enter his car when I reached him, throwing my arms around him from behind, holding him tight. For a moment, he stood still, his body stiff with surprise. Then, gently, he placed his hand over mine, the warmth of his touch sending a surge of emotion through me.

Slowly, Adam turned around, carefully removing my hands from his waist, and faced me. His eyes, usually so confident and composed, were filled with a sadness that I hadn't seen before. It broke something inside me, seeing him like that. He was leaving, and I had no idea how to stop him.

Still out of breath from the run, I gathered every ounce of courage I had left. "Adam," I began, my voice shaky but determined, "if we're really going to say goodbye... can you spare some time tonight? Just tonight... as a memory I can hold onto, something to remember you by."

Adam's face softened, but his eyes still held that deep sadness. "Viola," he said softly, "what about Timmy? He's waiting for you at home."

I shook my head, desperation creeping into my voice. "It's okay. I'll ask William and Diane to watch over him tonight. I'll see Timmy tomorrow... but I'm losing you tomorrow."

The words hung between us, heavy and filled with all the emotions I'd kept buried for so long. Adam stood there, looking at me with a mixture of regret and something I couldn't quite place. This was our last chance—my last chance to make him stay, even if just for a few more hours.

As Adam helped me into the car, the door closing with a soft click, the silence between us was thick with unspoken feelings. He didn't say anything as he fastened my seatbelt, his fingers brushing against my arm lightly, sending an electric shiver through me. It felt like a touch that meant more than either of us were ready to admit. He hesitated for a moment, his hand lingering just long enough for me to notice, before pulling away to start the engine.

We drove in silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable—just heavy, as though every unsaid word weighed down the air around us. The city lights blurred outside the window, casting flickering reflections across Adam's face. I glanced over at him, feeling the warmth of his hand still resting on mine, his thumb drawing slow, absent-minded circles on my skin. It was a small gesture, but it felt so intimate, like a reminder of everything that still lingered between us.

Finally, the car slowed, pulling into a quiet suburban neighborhood. The house in front of us was charming, with a small front yard and a "For Sale" sign standing in front of it. Adam turned off the engine and sat for a moment, his eyes trained on the house as though he were seeing it for the first time all over again.

"This is my house," he said quietly, finally breaking the silence. His voice was low, filled with something I couldn't quite place—regret, maybe? Longing? "I once dreamed I could live here with you. Spending our days together, filling it with memories, with kids running around." He let out a small chuckle, but it was bittersweet. "I even planned for us to have three kids. I had it all mapped out."

He got out of the car and came around to open my door. I followed him, still holding his hand as we walked toward the house. There was something surreal about the moment, like stepping into a life that could have been. As we entered, the house was eerily empty—no furniture, no signs of life. It felt like a ghost of what it was supposed to be. Adam led me through the house, the silence hanging heavily around us, but I could imagine how beautiful it might've looked filled with love, laughter, and the warmth of family.

He didn't say much as he showed me around, but the tour ended in the master bedroom—the one room that still had furniture. The bed was neatly made, the room minimalist, decorated in cool monochrome tones. There was the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air, mixed with a hint of tobacco. The quiet, the emptiness—it all felt like a metaphor for what could've been, the future we almost had.

Adam started to pull me back out of the bedroom, but I stopped. Something inside me snapped, and I couldn't let the moment pass. "Wait," I said softly, my voice trembling. He turned, his brow furrowed in confusion. I let go of his hand and stepped closer, my breath catching as I raised my hands to his neck, pulling him down to meet my gaze.

"If this is really goodbye," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion, "then let's make this night one I'll never forget." My heart pounded in my chest as I leaned in, pressing my lips against his in a kiss that was both desperate and filled with longing. Every moment of pain, regret, and love poured into that kiss, and for a second, the rest of the world melted away.

Adam hesitated at first, his hands gently holding my waist as if unsure. But the tension between us was too much, the unspoken feelings too strong. He kissed me back, more intensely this time, lifting me off the ground effortlessly as he carried me toward the bed. His lips moved with a hunger that matched mine, the raw emotion between us driving every touch, every kiss.

With a slow, deliberate movement, my hand intertwined with Adam's, guiding him toward the bed. The air between us was thick with tension, a mix of longing and finality. When we reached the edge of the bed, I positioned him to sit on its edge, his body sinking into the mattress as I stood before him. Our eyes locked for a moment, and in that gaze, there was an unspoken understanding—this was our last night together.

Without hesitation, I leaned in, capturing his lips in a passionate, demanding kiss. His hands found their way to my waist, pulling me closer, our bodies molding together as the intensity between us grew. The kiss was fiery, desperate, as though we were both trying to pour every last emotion into this single act. I felt his hands tighten on me, his fingers digging in slightly as if he didn't want to let go, and I matched his intensity, our mouths exploring one another with hunger.

When we finally broke away, both of us breathless, my fingers couldn't resist the urge to start unbuttoning Adam's shirt. One by one, I slowly undid each button, revealing the toned expanse of his chest beneath. My fingertips traced the hard lines of his muscles, skimming over his chest and down his stomach. The warmth of his skin against my touch sent a thrill through me, and as I moved lower, Adam let out a low growl, his deep voice rumbling in the quiet room. The sound of it only fueled my desire, heightening the connection between us.

I couldn't stop myself—didn't want to stop. I bent down, trailing soft kisses along his collarbone, then moving lower to his chest. I tasted his skin, the salty warmth of it making my heart race even faster. With each touch of my lips, I felt Adam's body react, his breath hitching, his muscles tensing. My hands slid down to his stomach, following the path my mouth had taken, as if memorizing the feel of him.

Adam's hands found their way to my hair, tangling his fingers gently through it as I continued to explore him with my mouth. His breathing grew heavier, the sound of it filling the room, and I felt a rush of satisfaction knowing that I was driving him mad with desire.

His body trembled slightly beneath me, a shiver running through him every time my tongue teased his skin. It felt like the rest of the world had disappeared, leaving just the two of us in this moment, lost in the pleasure of each other's touch.