Untouch me. |Starring Adam Levine|

Part 12.

Part 12

I woke up completely disorientated. My head pounded and I was afraid to open my eyes. I slowly managed to do so anyway, and was happy to find that the light shining into the room through the windows wasn’t that bright.

Last night the room had been dark already, and Adam and I had been so caught up in the moment, I barely noticed the room I was in. Now I was awake and the light made it possible to see everything, I took my time to let it sink in.

The room was decorated in a very masculine way, yet very well put together. I found myself on the left side of Adam’s huge bed. On that same side of the room I could see two beautiful black leather armchairs, with as a table put between them, two suitcases on top of each other. Both the walls and ceiling were painted in black. Paintings and photos were placed at certain places on the wall. Against the left wall was a fire place set, centered between two big windows surrounded by thick velvet curtains. The floor at this side of the room existed of what seemed to be tiles of cowhide. The opposite side of the floor was broken white and seemed to have some sort concrete texture. A big Persian rug supported a grand black piano and a huge ottoman pouf, surrounded by at least five or six guitars.

I felt something shift near me, and turned my head to the right. Adam’s face was facing me while he was still asleep. He looked flawless; his hair was messy but in a sexy way, stubble covered his cheeks and instead of making him look not taken care of, it just made him look even more beautiful. I felt more insecure with every second I looked at him. Being a contestant on a show as The Voice was one thing; you didn’t need to be beautiful to be able to make it. I guess Adam was just really wasted when he asked me to come home with him, because there was no way I lived up to his previous girlfriends’ standards.

I sighed and put my hands on my face, asking myself why I was so insecure. The answer was pretty obvious, even though I hated to admit it.

There was sexual tension between Adam and me, no doubt about it. From my side, there was more though. A certain curiosity and maybe even the longing to be more than just a contestant on his team, or a girl he randomly slept with. He had a way of making me smile, even when I was not with him but just by thinking of him.

I still lay with my hands on my face when Adam’s voice startled me.

“What’s wrong?” he asked with a hoarse morning voice. Great. I thought. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any sexier.

“Nothing.” I said. The word was muffled by my hands and I finally dropped them. I looked at Adam who was leaning on his elbow, looking down at me.

“Hi.” I said when he didn’t look away. His eyes were still focused on me.

“Good morning, beautiful.” he said while a smile played around his lips. He then leaned in to me and kissed me on the cheek. His lips barely brushed against my skin, and the feeling sent shivers down my body. I closed my eyes for a second and felt him shifting next to me. When I opened my eyes again, he lay on his side next to me, while he let his index finger run down my arm; from my shoulder all the way to my hand, making the transfer to my leg. My body froze as a reaction to his touch. I tried to act as if I didn’t notice, but I knew he must have felt my lack of normal movement. I looked at Adam once again and saw him looking back at me. His hazel eyes were intensely focused on my face and I didn’t know how to act. I eventually looked away, at some point above his left shoulder.

“You know what?” he said. I focused on his lips this time, not wanting to get lost in his eyes.

“What?”