IS THIS LOVE?

FRUSTRATION

ADELE

Taking the test is fairly simple. I've done it before so I'm not exactly new to this. I remember when I thought I was pregnant with Angelo. As soon as I told Simon about my suspicions, he picked me up and twirled me around the room. He forced me to sit on the couch while he went out to get a test. And then when it came to the test, oh God. Simon was so excited, he insisted on sitting on the edge of the tub while I took the test.

Let's just say it was... intimate.

But this time it's all different. Instead of having a boyfriend who's so excited for a possible next chapter of our lives, I have one who ran. One who didn't even think about how I felt. I certainly didn't imagine that this would be how our future is.

Once I'm done, I drag myself to the living room. He's sat in the exact same position I left him in. His hands in some sort of prayer pressed to his lips. He's slumped over, looking as tired as ever. The sight of him like this makes my heart pang. Although I'm furious, I can't imagine what he's been going through these past few days.

"Now we wait." I place it on the coffee table before us. He doesn't look at the test, just at me. But it's not just a glance, it's like he's analysing me.

"Adele, I really am sorry. I didn't think about how scary this all must've been on you. I only thought about myself and I can't do anything else but apologise for it and promise you it won't ever happen again. I think these past few days made me realise how much I really need you in my life. I can't imagine ever letting things get this bad again." I know he has more to say but I don't let him. Instead, I grab his face, capturing his lips with mine. Partly because I want him to shut up but also because I've missed him. I've missed just the gentlest of touches as well as the harsh ones. I've missed his kisses every morning and the way he'd tell me I'm beautiful at any given moment.

Ive missed him.

"Don't you fucking dare do this to me again." I murmur against his lips. The kiss is harsh and hungry, full of every ounce of emotion we've built up over the past few days. It's angry, sad and remorseful. A compilation of things I didn't know were possible.

His tongue darts into my mouth, brushing against mine, dragging a low moan from me. He doesn't think twice before he's grabbing a handful of my ass, pulling me down onto the couch with him. It's hot and hungry, like we've been yearning for each other of these few dreadful days.

Before we know it, clothes are practically flying across the room. I'm now straddling him in nothing but my bra and panties. Meanwhile, he's below me in only his boxers. And if I'm honest, I've completely forgotten about this test.

His hands slide up my torso before reaching my breasts. He cups one with his right hand while the other holds me steadily just underneath.

"Take it off." I demand, our lips parting just slightly. I bring his hands behind my back before he unclasps my bra. My breasts fall before him and he wastes no time before his mouth is closing around a nipple. My hands fly to his hair, pushing him closer, my head flying back.

"Yes." I moan, my teeth biting down on my lower lip. Somehow, I've forgotten about everything that has happened over these past few days. Though, there's still this fury in me that I can't quite shake off just yet.

He quickly flips us over so that I'm below him. He slides down my body, his hands everywhere but it's still not enough.

He slips his hands between my thighs, spreading my legs in one smooth motion. He looks at me, something hungry in his eyes. He eyes drop back down to the sight before him. He doesn't hesitate to pull my panties off, leaving me bare in front of him.

He looks up at me for approval which is granted with a swift nod. He kisses the inside of my thighs, making me gasp suddenly. My foot finds his back, pushing him closer where I need him most.

He quickly understands, pressing a soft kiss against my clit. My back arches, a part of my ache already soothing. He continues his assault, his tongue sliding in between my folds, tearing a low moan from my throat.

I forgot how good this feels.

"So wet for me." His voice sends a vibration through me, pleasure surging through my veins. My hands fly to the back of the couch, needing something to ground me.

Then, I feel two fingers slip inside me, my thighs closing around his head. His fingers curl with a precision only he could do. We've not been together that long but he knows exactly what tips me over the edge.

His lips shut around my clit, a mixture of sucking and twirling his tongue. It's incredible. And just as I'm about to fall, he pulls his fingers out, loosening his mouth from the place that needs him so much.

"Still mad?" He asks, mock laced in his tone. But there's an underlying starve there. The kind that says he needs me more than anything.

"Yes." I grit out, grabbing his shoulders, pulling him up to close my lips around his. The kiss is the same as before but there's something more emotional to it.

He pulls away before shimmying out of his boxers. My jaw drops at the sight before me. It hasn't been that long since I last saw it but my God, it feels like years.

He doesn't hesitate to climb on top of me, thrusting inside in one harsh motion. A raw, unfiltered moan tears from my throat at the immense pleasure.

"I want to hear those pretty moans for the rest of my life." He groans. As dirty as it is, it still warms my heart. There's a sense of reassurance in his voice.

"Harder, babe." I manage to get out. My breath stutters, an uneven whimper rolling off my tongue. I don't even know if I can call it a whimper; it's so unrecognisable. He speeds up, his rhythm unfaltering.

"I said harder, not faster." I grit out, a hint of anger still there. His hands slide up my throat, squeezing lightly. Without another second, he thrusts into me with a force I didn't know he had. It's more than just hard and it's hitting me right there.

"This what you meant?" He whispers just below my ear, his breath warm against my skin. I don't even need to reply because my moans say more than enough.

Just as I'm easing into the pleasure, he flips us over so I'm on top. I gasp, shocked at the sudden movement. But before I can think twice, his hands are on my hips, guiding me up and down. This new position is so much deeper, filling me up to my brink.

"I'm so close." I choke out, my voice breaking on the words.

"Come for me." He mutters.

And I do.

Oh god, I do.

Waves of pleasure crash over me, each one spreading from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. My body shakes at the overwhelming pleasure. He follows right after me, his body tensing as he tips over the edge, my name burning on his tongue as he falls.

We stay there for a few minutes, regaining our breath. He slips off of me, settling himself on the couch next to me with a smug look on his face. One I wish I could slap right off.

"Don't be looking like that." I warn in less of a serious tone, amusement wrapping around my voice.

"I'm just glad you're not mad anymore." He smiles, his hand wrapping around mine.

"I may not be mad but don't think you can pull something as stupid as that off again." I lean in, pressing a quick peck against his lips. I turn my attention towards the coffee table, noticing the test.

How did I forget?

"Let's find out." He says, nodding towards the test. There's something new in his eyes. A look that says he's ready for this. He's not going to run again.

I pick up the test, my fingers fumbling around it. And then I glance down. I show the test to him, his eyes widening in the same way mine are.

Positive.