Love?

How Deep Is Your Love

The sky was darkening, thick clouds gathering on the horizon, promising a storm. I sat on my couch, staring out the living room window as the first few drops began to tap against the glass, slow and deliberate. The world outside seemed to hold its breath, the air heavy and electric. I could almost hear the tension in the silence, a calm before the storm, wrapping around me like a whisper.

It was November 8, when the storm started but it was also the day I met the love of my life. The first time I saw him, he was stepping out of the rain, a single suitcase in hand and a dark hood shielding his face. But I felt it, that undeniable pull, a warmth that spread through me like we'd already met. I told myself it was a sign.

Days passed, and I noticed him everywhere: waiting at the crosswalk, checking his mail, or standing alone by the building entrance. I learned his name was Adam. The third time we ran into each other, I held the door for him, and he looked up and thanked me with a small, polite smile. It was all I needed. In that split second, I felt it. He knew. He had to know.

Over the weeks, I learned everything about him I could, without needing him to tell me a thing. I'd imagine him here, in my apartment, cooking with me in the kitchen, resting his head against mine on the couch, his arms wrapped around me. I even wrote letters-pages and pages, confessing my love, pouring out the parts of myself I knew he'd understand. He didn't need to read them. He felt it.

The storm rattled my windows, but I barely noticed, wrapped up in my thoughts of him. I was just imagining his face, his voice, when there was a knock at the door.

My heart nearly stopped. I stood there, hands shaking, barely able to breathe. I opened the door slowly, and there he was, soaked, rain dripping down his hood.

"Adam," I whispered, feeling the word like a secret come to life.

He looked at me, blinking the rain from his eyes. "Sorry... I think I knocked on the wrong door," he said, glancing over his shoulder. "The storm... I thought maybe-"

"No," I cut him off gently, my hand reaching out to touch his arm. "No, Adam. This is the right door." I stepped aside, gesturing him in. "Come in."

He hesitated, staring at me like he wasn't sure, like he was trying to place something. "I... I didn't mean to interrupt. I should go-"

"Please," I said, catching his arm a little tighter. "I've been waiting for you. Don't you know?"

He stopped, eyes widening just a little. "What are you talking about?"

I smiled, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind him. The sound of rain pounded against the walls, louder now that he was in here, with me, exactly where he belonged. I felt that familiar warmth swell in my chest.

"Adam," I said softly, brushing his hair back. "I know you feel it too. You wouldn't be here if you didn't. You can stop pretending."

He swallowed, eyes darting around the room, looking nervous again. "Look, I don't really know you, I just-"

I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. "Shh. You don't have to say it," I murmured. "I know how you feel. I know you want this, too."

He pulled back a little, a look of confusion crossing his face. "I... maybe I should go. This doesn't feel..."

"Adam," I whispered, moving closer, wrapping my arms around him. I could feel his heart pounding. "You don't have to be afraid. You're safe here. With me."

"Clare, I-" His voice trembled, uncertain, but I didn't let him finish. I leaned in and kissed him, and for a moment, I felt his hesitation melt away, the warmth of his lips matching mine.

But then he pulled back, looking at me, startled. "I... I should go," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I felt that hunger rising again, sharper this time. "No, Adam," I said, my grip tightening. "You're exactly where you need to be. Let me love you."

He backed up a step, eyes wide, but I held him close, brushing my lips over his neck, whispering, "You're mine." And as the storm raged outside, I knew he finally understood.

His breath grew shallow as I held him close, my lips brushing along his neck. He tensed in my arms,trying to pull away but I tighten my hold, whispering softly, "its okay Adam. You don't have to be afraid,this is love."

"Clare," he murmured, a tremor in his voice. "This... this doesn't feel right." His hands pressed against my shoulders, but I leaned in, feeling that intense desire rise within me, insatiable, gnawing. I kissed him deeply, my fingers digging into his skin, savoring the warmth beneath.

"Don't you see?" I whispered, my voice barely a breath. "You're mine, Adam. We're meant to be."

He shifted, panic flickering in his eyes, but I held him tighter. "It's okay," I murmured, brushing a hand down his face, feeling his heart race beneath my fingertips

The thunder rolled outside, louder, the room almost vibrating, but all I could feel was him. I was so close, so full of him, but I wanted more. There was a strange hunger building in me, sharp and clawing. At first, I thought it was just the heat of passion. But as my lips brushed his skin, that hunger twisted, something darker. I didn't just want to hold him-I wanted him, really have him, inside me.

I bit his shoulder softly, tasting his skin, and something snapped inside me. I bit down harder, feeling his blood on my lips. He tried to pull back, but I held him, soothing him with a gentle whisper. "It's love," I murmured, brushing my hand down his face. "I'm doing this because I love you."

He stared at me, horrified, but he didn't understand. With each bite, each taste, he was becoming a part of me, filling me completely. He tried to get up, to push me away, but I wouldn't let him leave. I couldn't. I wouldn't lose him now, not when he was so close.

The storm howled outside, and I whispered his name between bites, tasting every part of him, feeling him slip deeper into me, becoming part of me. By morning, he was gone, his warmth filling me from the inside out.

By the time morning light slipped through the cracks in the blinds, there was only a quiet stillness left. I felt a deep, warm satisfaction, as if he had become a part of me in every way.

"You're all mine Adam," I whispered to the empty room, a smile playing on my lips. In the calm after the storm, I knew with certainty-I'd never be alone again.