Irresistible

11 ×New Resolutions×

New Resolutions

I woke up, feeling like I had gotten the best sleep in weeks. Adam had his arms around my waist, his fingers intertwined with mine at my stomach while my back was pressed against his hard chest.

Instead of attempting to move, I lay there, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath. For the first time, I realized that Alex died on New years Eve. We didn't even get to celebrate, instead we mourned. My thoughts were chaotic, since my head seemed clear for the first time in a week. The other thing that came back to me, were Adam's soft spoken words, the night before.

I gently turned over, unlocking our fingers and his cool breath fanned over my face. I took in his features, the stubble along his jaw looked to be a bit more than a five o'clock shadow, which told me that it's been a while since he's shaved his face.

His eyes slowly opened to reveal the dark gray orbs staring back at me. Neither of us spoke for awhile until I decided to asked the question that's been on my mind.

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what," he asked, his deep voice husky from just waking up.

"What you said last night. About never letting me go," I said. That's not what I wanted to ask. I wanted to ask if he really loved me, but I chickened out at the very last second.

"Yes. I meant it. It was a promise," he said in a breath of relief. I don't think I was meant to hear his final words last night. Unless he hadn't really said them and I was already dreaming, but I felt like it was real. A part of me wanted it to be real.

"Are you okay," he asked quietly. I let out a shirt laugh, full of contempt.

"No I'm not. But it's more bearable. Are you," I asked.

"No. But it's more bearable," he repeated. I gave him a small smile and I sat up.

"I'm going to make pancakes. I'm starving," I told him. I stood up and paused at the door and turned back saying, "but first, I'm getting a shower." I walked to the bathroom when Adam's voice rang behind me.

"Is it too much to ask if I can join you?"

I looked back at his level expression, turning over the thought before nodding with a soft smile. He got up and followed me into the bathroom, where I turned the faucet on in the shower. We both stripped and stepped in, sliding the glass door closed.

The shower head above us pushed water out like heavy rain and for a few moments, Adam and I only stared at each other, taking in and memorizing each facial feature. His wet and dripping hair fell down to his eyes and I reached up, burying my fingers in it as I pushed it back. I pulled his head down to mine, our foreheads pressed against each other and I kissed him, feeling the water flow down both of our faces.

Now I kind of understood why people found it so romantic to kiss in the rain. I pulled back to breathe and heard Adam's softly whispered words.

"Turn around," he instructed. With a few seconds of hesitation, I did what he said, wondering what he was doing. I heard a pop and then his hands were massaging my scalp and I could smell the familiar shampoo as he gently ran his fingers through it.

For some reason, this felt slightly more intimate than having sex in the shower. I had never done this with Alex and I took a deep breath at the thought of him. Pushing him to the farthest corner possible in my mind, I focused on the feeling of Adam's hands. Soon, he repeated the same action with the conditioner and he smiled and chuckled softly as I struggled to reach the top of his head.

He finally leaned down, trapping me between his arms as he leaned against the wall for support as I lathered the shampoo in his thick, healthy hair.