I melt underneath his amazing kiss. The way his soft lips move against mine is so gentle and tender, it’s as if he’s afraid he’ll hurt me with anything more. As his eager hands move up to my jaw, my heart flip-flops with his touch. I lean into him, holding onto the back of his neck and pressing my body to his. Every part of me tingles in anticipation.
The kiss becomes blazing hot, filled with the kind of longing that can drive a person insane. His tongue brushes with mine, over and over, as if tasting my essence. I whimper into his mouth, one hand grabbing what I can get of his short hair, the other pressing to his chest that’s just as hard and taut as I had imagined. We become a tangled mess of limbs, eager to drink one another in. I could disappear forever in this moment, in the comfort of his burly arms, and not even care.
Before long, however, my knees literally grow weak. I clutch his arm, desperate to stay upright, desperate to continue on, regardless.
All at once his lips break away, and his eyebrows furrow in worry. “You okay?” he asks in a husky tone.
“Wow.” I gasp, grabbing onto his strong shoulder to steady myself. I’m not so sure I won’t pass out. I can’t decide if I’m still dizzy from the roofie, or if it’s because of the earth-shattering kiss. One thing’s for sure though—I want to kiss him again. As many times as humanly possible before daunting things like food and water become necessary.
Adam’s hands slip down from my face to my hips. “You need to sit down.” He steers me over to the couch, both of us lowering down at the same time, sitting with our knees touching. He brushes a strand of my wet hair from my face, grinning. “You okay?”
Technically, I’m not. I’m weightless, floating above the clouds with no plans to come back down. The kiss was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, unlike anything I could even dream about. Kelly once told me the best kisses are always from someone either really experienced, or someone you’ve developed really deep feelings for. It always made me question why make-out sessions with Levi never knocked my socks off.
I reach up to touch my throbbing lips, gaping over at him. I’ll be feeling the power of this kiss for days to come. “What happened to you not being good for me?”
“I’m still not,” he answers gruffly, his grin fading. He pulls my hand down to lace his fingers with mine. Although it reminds me of the night we met and searched for Kelly together, this time it feels real. Because now I finally know he wants to be with me the way I had hoped. “It’s just...the other night when I realized what could’ve happened to you if I’d been too late...it almost killed me.”
“But you weren’t too late,” I remind him quickly, locking eyes with him and squeezing his fingers.
“Damn it.” He rubs at his neck with his free hand, looking away. “I promised myself I wouldn’t let this happen.”
Rejection teeters on the edge of my mind, threatening to destroy me. “You mean the kiss?” I manage to ask. Does he already regret it?
“This,” he says, holding our hands up. “Us. I was under the delusion that we could take this trip together and just be friends. I didn’t want to fuck things up.”
My brain fogs over, reminding me why I’m sitting in my room and not in class. I lean my head against the couch, studying him. “I don’t see us being together as a fuck-up.
And there’s nothing wrong with us being more than friends.”
He rubs the palm of his free hand against his jeans. I realize for the first time he hasn’t changed since Saturday night either, but I don’t even care. It’s not like he smells bad or anything. But even if he did, I’ll take him any way I can. “That’s not what I meant.
Not exactly.” He displays another half-assed smile. “But I should’ve known better.”
Biting down on my lip, I try to hide my over-the-top excitement. “You should know, I’ve decided I’m going with you.”
His eyes pop wide as he inhales deeply. In this moment he looks so adorable, and happy, and lovable that I spring forward, kissing him before he can say anything. He’s quick to respond, putting his arms around my waist, and nudging my mouth open to slip his tongue in once again. Warm aches consume me as he arches against me. The kiss intensifies.
I could easily shut out the rest of the world and stay in the comfort of his arms forever. Our teeth click at one point as we eagerly devour each other, but neither one of us backs down. I straddle him and let my sexual urges take over. Even though I worry there’s still the slightest taste or smell of puke somewhere on me. Even though I won’t have sex with him right now because I don’t want him to see me as easy. Even though I’m afraid of letting myself fall for someone again.