Untouch me. |Starring Adam Levine|

Part 6.

Author's note: First of all I want to apologize for not uploading for so long, but I had exams and I really had to study for them (even though they didn't go well at all). Anyway, I can write again now, so here's your next part. I really hope you all enjoy it, and please let me know what you think of it!

I didn’t seem to be able to breathe. The feelings his kiss gave me seemed absurd. There was so much going on in my head. Things as questions why he was kissing me and the thought of knowing that this was so wrong, but felt so right.

I couldn’t seem to let go, so I didn’t even try.

When I felt like I was able to move, I placed my hands on Adam’s shoulders and pulled myself closer to him.

I probably shouldn’t have, because that was the point at which he pulled away, softly.

I quickly pulled my hands back and stared at my feet. I felt that my cheeks had turned red, and the tension in the air between Adam and I was still very present. It was Adam who spoke first, after what seemed forever.

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

I peeked up at him through my lashes.

“I could say that I’m sorry, but that’s not really the case.” He added, smiling. I laughed quietly. I liked the fact that he wasn’t sorry, which had to mean that he had enjoyed our kiss the way I did.

“We shouldn’t do it again, though.” he said now. I shrugged mindlessly, not really caring about that part. Or at least too busy overthinking what just had happened to actually give him a proper reaction.

“Ly?” he asked, probably waiting for a response.

“Yeah…” I started to answer him. I couldn’t concentrate on finding the right words. “We shouldn’t do it again.” I said, shaking my head. I had said it while still processing the meaning of his and my words. I probably sounded as if I didn’t really grasp what I was saying, which was true.

Adam chuckled. “Good, glad that we are on the same page.”

I nodded again.

“What time is it?” Adam asked, while he looked around, probably looking for a clock. I pulled my iPhone out of my pocket and glanced at the hour.

“It’s six.” I told him.

“Shit.” he said, walking away from me and grabbing his coat from the top of the piano. “I’m sorry, Ly, I have an appointment to be at, and I’m already late. Keep practicing the song, and I’ll see you again Wednesday, okay?” By the time he finished talking, he was already by the door.

“Okay.”

By that time I had enough time to let my mind wander to what had just happened. While I packed my stuff I thought about the kiss, how Adam had started it. I liked the fact that he seemed to like me. I wasn’t sure about my feelings for him, yet, but it is always nice to know somebody likes you. On the other hand the kiss hadn’t been a good idea at all. Adam was my coach on national television, and if somebody found out about the kiss, I’d be disqualified faster than you can say “The Voice”.

I did really enjoy the kiss though, and I loved the way it made me feel all weak on the inside. To be honest with myself, I thought while walking towards the parking lot, I thought it was great, and I wouldn’t mind kissing Adam some more.

Next to all the things the kiss had been, I also had to, well, I didn’t have to but I couldn’t get it out of my mind, keep in mind that I had kissed the lead singer of one of the world’s most famous bands. That was something I could cross off my bucket list for sure.

I got into my car and started driving home. The weather was nice, and sunset had just started. The sky was painted a beautiful orange and I wouldn’t have minded driving forever. Of course all good things come to an end, and before I even realized where I was really going, I was home. My mind was still in the repetition room of the “The Voice” building. And it was not alone in there.

Kate was home and greeted me from the couch when I opened the door. “Hi Ly!” she greeted me happily.

“Hi Kate!” I said back with just as much joy. I couldn’t help but think that my big smile must have looked creepy. She immediately knew something was going on, and I couldn’t blame her. Every idiot smiling like this had something to hide, it was a fact.

“What’s going on, Wolters?” she asked me. The usage of my last name meant that there was no getting out of it. I was going to have to spill the beans. If I wanted to or not, was not an issue.

And so I told her. About the rehearsal, the singing lessons, Adams hand on my tummy and last but surely not least, about the kiss.

Kate’s mouth fell open and I was surprised her eyes didn’t pop out of her head. She dramatically grabbed her brown curls in both of her hands and said: “He did what?!”

I couldn’t do anything but smile stupidly and shrug. The longer I thought about it, the more I found the idea of Adam kissing me amazing.

“But he can’t kiss you,” Kate said. “He’s your coach.” The words I had thought to myself earlier burst my perfect pink bubble of happy thoughts. She was right, and I knew it. It didn’t matter how much it sucked, even if Adam wanted to continue what he had started today, it would be an awfully bad idea.