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Chapter 15: Growing Closer

Chapter 15: Growing Closer

The days blurred into weeks, and with each passing moment, Adrian and I grew even closer. There was a kind of unspoken understanding between us, like we didn't need to force anything—we just were. The playful teasing turned into lingering touches, stolen kisses, and soft smiles that said more than words ever could.

One evening, after a long day of doing absolutely nothing, we found ourselves curled up on the couch. I had my head on his lap while he absentmindedly played with my curls, a soft hum coming from him as we watched some random movie I wasn't paying attention to. My mind was far too focused on him—on how comfortable I felt, on how safe it was to just be here with him.

"Ma?" Adrian's voice broke the silence, his hand pausing in my hair.

I tilted my head up to look at him, smiling softly. "Yeah?"

He gazed down at me, his eyes warm but serious. "You good? You've been kinda quiet today."

I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest and turning to face him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking."

"About what?"

"Us." The word came out before I had a chance to think it through, and I bit my lip nervously. But I didn't regret it.

Adrian raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a small smile. "Oh yeah? What about us?"

I blushed, suddenly feeling a little shy. "I don't know. I guess... I've just been thinking about how much things have changed. How much we've changed."

He nodded slowly, his hand finding mine. "Yeah. I've been thinking about that too."

I shifted closer, feeling my heart pick up speed. There was something in the air between us—something charged, electric. It was the way he looked at me, the way his fingers brushed against my skin like he couldn't help but touch me. My breath hitched slightly, and I couldn't help the way my body responded to his.

"Adrian..." I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.

His eyes darkened as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above mine. "Yeah, Ma?"

I didn't answer him with words. Instead, I closed the distance between us, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that felt like it had been building for weeks. It wasn't rushed or frantic like before; it was slow, deep, and full of everything I couldn't say.

Adrian groaned softly against my lips, his hands sliding around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him, my body fitting perfectly against his as his fingers dug into my hips. The heat between us grew, and the kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against mine in a way that made me shiver.

I pulled back, just enough to catch my breath, my forehead resting against his. "I want you," I whispered, feeling my cheeks flush at the confession.

Adrian's grip on my waist tightened, his breath warm against my lips. "You sure, Ma? We don't have to rush this."

I nodded, feeling a surge of confidence as I looked into his eyes. "I'm sure. I want to be close to you... all of you."

He didn't need any more convincing. In one fluid motion, he stood up, still holding me in his arms as he carried me toward the bedroom. My heart raced, a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling in my chest. But I trusted Adrian. I knew he would take care of me.

When we reached his room, he set me down gently on the bed, his hands never leaving my body as he hovered over me, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire.

My heart fluttered at his words, and I reached up, pulling him down into another kiss. This time, it wasn't slow. It was hungry, desperate. I wanted him, needed him in a way I had never felt before.

Adrian's hands moved over my body, tugging at the hem of my shirt before pulling it over my head. I gasped as his lips found my neck, trailing kisses down to my collarbone, making my skin tingle with anticipation. His hands were everywhere—on my hips, my thighs, brushing against places that made me moan softly.

I felt the cool air against my bare skin as he removed my clothes, his eyes dark and intense as he looked down at me. My whole body was trembling, not from fear, but from the sheer want coursing through me.

"Adrian..." I breathed, my hands fisting in the sheets as he kissed his way down my stomach, his lips soft but insistent.

He paused, his hands resting on my hips as he looked up at me. "Tell me if you need to stop, okay? I'll never push you."

I nodded, biting my lip as I watched him. "I know. I trust you."

That was all he needed to hear.

The next moments blurred together in a haze of touch, sensation, and heat. His hands, his mouth—everything about him was careful and slow, like he was savoring every moment. And when we finally came together, I felt a rush of emotion so powerful it almost brought tears to my eyes.

It wasn't just the physical connection. It was something deeper. Something I hadn't expected.

He moved slowly, gently, watching my every reaction, making sure I was okay. And I was. More than okay. I was overwhelmed in the best possible way, lost in him and in the feeling of being so intimately close to someone I cared about.

Adrian's forehead rested against mine as we both caught our breath, the room quiet except for the sound of our breathing.

"You alright, Ma?" he asked softly, brushing his thumb against my cheek.

I nodded, smiling up at him. "Yeah. More than alright."

He kissed me gently, and I felt the weight of everything settle over us. This wasn't just about physical attraction anymore. This was real.

And I wasn't scared anymore.