Stolen by Fate

Chapter 18: Drunk Calls and Reckless Kisses

Chapter 18: Drunk Calls and Reckless Kisses

The party was still going strong, but everything was a blur. I was trying to keep up with Alyssa's fast-paced energy, but my head was spinning, and my legs felt like jelly. At some point, I got it into my head that it was time to go, and in my drunken haze, I pulled out my phone.

Instead of calling an Uber like I thought I was doing, I accidentally hit Adrian's contact. The phone rang a few times before he picked up, his voice sounding concerned.

"Ni? What's going on?" he asked.

I squinted at the screen, not realizing it was him. "Yeah, um, can you come get me? I'm ready to go home..."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then Adrian sighed. "Where are you?"

I rambled off the address, not fully aware of what I was doing. After that, everything became a hazy mess of loud music and Alyssa pulling me back to the dance floor.

Not too long after, Adrian showed up, looking less than pleased. His jaw was tight, and his eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on me and Alyssa, both of us clearly drunk out of our minds. I giggled when I saw him, waving as if he was my personal chauffeur.

"Adrian! You made it!" I slurred, stumbling toward him.

He caught me before I could trip and shook his head. "What the hell, Ni? You're wasted."

"I was calling Uber... You're not Uber?" I blinked, trying to piece together my mistake.

Adrian's expression softened slightly, but he was still irritated. "Come on, let's get you two home."

He turned to Alyssa, who was leaning against a wall, giggling to herself. "Alyssa, you too. Let's go."

The ride back home was mostly quiet, except for a few giggles and drunken rambles from Alyssa. I leaned against Adrian in the car, my head resting on his shoulder as my thoughts drifted between how mad he probably was and how comforting it felt to have him close.

When we finally got home, Adrian helped Alyssa to my old room, laying her down on the bed. She mumbled a thank you before passing out almost instantly. He sighed, closing the door behind him and turning to me.

"You," he said, his voice tense as he guided me into our room. "What were you thinking?"

I stumbled toward the bed, flopping down with a groan. "I was just... having fun. It was a party."

"A party," Adrian repeated, his voice low but sharp. "And you thought it was a good idea to get this drunk? You could've gotten hurt, Ni. Or worse."

I could tell he was upset, his protective side kicking in, but at that moment, I didn't care. His frustration, the way his voice rumbled when he was mad—it did something to me. Despite the haze in my mind, a different kind of heat rose inside me.

I sat up on the bed, my eyes locking onto him. "You're mad," I said, biting my lip as I stared at him. "That's kinda hot."

Adrian's eyebrows shot up, caught off guard. "What? Ni, you're drunk. You're not thinking straight."

But I was thinking straight enough about one thing. I stood up, my balance wavering slightly, and moved toward him. "I might be drunk, but I know what I want."

His eyes narrowed, and he grabbed my shoulders gently, holding me at arm's length. "Ni, you're too drunk to make decisions like this. You need to rest."

But I shook my head, leaning into his touch. "I'm sober enough to make this one."

Before he could stop me, I pressed my lips to his, my body craving his warmth, his presence, the way he made me feel safe even when I was being reckless. He tried to pull away at first, but I could feel his resolve weakening.

He groaned against my lips, his grip on my shoulders tightening before he finally gave in, kissing me back with a hunger that sent heat rushing through my entire body. His hands slid down to my waist, pulling me closer as our kiss deepened, our breath mingling, the tension between us electric.

"Ni," he breathed against my lips, his voice thick with desire but still laced with concern. "You're sure?"

I nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I'm sure. I want this... I want you."

He hesitated for just a moment longer before his hands roamed down my back, pulling me even closer. "Okay," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down my spine.

We stumbled toward the bed, our lips never parting. Adrian was gentle, despite the fire between us, carefully laying me down on the bed. His touch was soft but firm, his fingers tracing over my skin as he pulled me closer, making sure I was comfortable.

For a moment, the world stopped spinning, the alcohol-induced haze lifting just enough for me to feel everything clearly. Every touch, every kiss—it was like my body was on fire, and Adrian was the only thing that could quench it.

As he hovered over me, his breath hot against my skin, I whispered his name, a mixture of desire and need in my voice. And when he finally made his move, everything felt perfect. He was slow, taking his time, making sure I was okay every step of the way. His tenderness only heightened the intensity of the moment, making every sensation more vivid, more intense.

By the time we were done, my body was humming with pleasure, and I could barely keep my eyes open. Adrian lay beside me, pulling me close, his arm draped protectively around me.

"You're reckless, you know that?" he murmured, though there was no heat in his words now, only affection.

I smiled sleepily, nestling into him. "Maybe... but you love it."

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Yeah... maybe I do."

And with that, I drifted off to sleep, the weight of the night fading away as I lay wrapped in his arms.