When She Left - Adam Kyrone Vallega

CHAPTER EIGHT

Elisha let out a shaky breath upon finishing the book. 3 means E. 7 is commonly used as shortcut for the Arabic letter H "ha, ح". She wanted to go to Adam right now and explain. Without her noticing, she found herself in front of Adam's apartment, ringing the doorbell. Her bag was slung casually on her shoulder, containing things necessary for sleepover.

The door opened, revealing a sleepy-looking Adam. His eyes hardened upon seeing her.

"What do you need?" he asked coldly.

She hugged him, as tears freely fell down from her face.

"I'm so sorry, Adam," she sobbed, not letting him go this time.

Adam caressed Elisha's hair when he laid her on his bed. She cried and cried and repeated her apology countless of times. She fell asleep as she did that. He smiled to himself, finally having the liberty to stare at her all he wanted. He liked her blonde hair. He loved the rise and fall of her chest as she slept soundly. He was sorting out her bag when he saw a copy of his two books inside.

Did she just read it recently?

He sighed. Both of them had been hurt too much. Why had she stayed away from him if she still loved him? She could end their suffering and live together without letting go. He liked that. His hopes were soaring once more.

Stop it Adam. That's not healthy.

His trail of thoughts was interrupted when she opened her eyes, catching him staring at her intensely.

Elisha opened her eyes, still under the notion that she was caught in a dream. There was no way she could bring herself to Adam's house! That's downright ridiculous. However, being met with Adam's piercing dark eyes made her realize that she had not been dreaming.

He was using his elbow to support his weight on the bed. His lips twitched when she stifled a yawn, making her blush furiously.

"What are you doing here?" she asked before realizing that her question was stupid.

"Am I supposed to ask you that instead?" Adam retorted.

She averted her eyes, choosing to fixate on a comforter instead.

He tilted her chin for her to look at him straight in the eye. "Why are you here?"

She can't look away with his eyes showing varieties of emotions. Only Adam can make her tongue-tied and breathless. She wanted to kiss those luscious lips and touch him, and she did.

She poured out her love for him with a kiss, straddling him to make him lie on his stomach. She felt him stiffen, but who cares? The kiss was escalating slowly. She was not a woman in hurry, anyway. The intensity was getting higher and higher when he began kissing her back, his hands slipping underneath her shirt to feel her curves on the side. Soon, his thumb was rubbing circles on the base below her breast, making her achingly wet and a moaning mess.

Adam flipped the tables, showcasing his dominance. His arms were supporting his weight as he deepened the kiss further. She wrapped her legs around his waist to rub herself. Her action was to turn him on, and she had succeeded on doing so. She nearly smirked with his groans turning to small growls when she began licking his neck and finding his sensitive spot.

She realized that Adam liked it when she did that. Peppering small kisses, she finally found it. She focused her attention, sucking and biting on the erogenous part of his neck. His breathing became uneven, and she realized his hands were groping her butt slightly.

She pulled away when she was done. His eyes were clouded in sheer lust and passionate love for her. His lips were swollen, and his face was a little bit reddish. She realized that it occurred whenever he was feeling something intense. His face would redden when he was angry and sad.