There was something about hugging Adrian that felt.... different, I felt comfortable with his strong arms wrapped around my small body. I wanted us to stay like that for a while but Adrian being Adrian pulled away and stepped away from me.

I could tell that there was something going on with him, I also knew that he wasn't capable of opening up to me or anyone else for that matter.

His eyes darted to my chest, I crossed my arms over my chest and felt my stomach flip. He looked elsewhere with a faint tremor of amusement on his lips.

He stared back at me, "Relax, I'm not checking you out, just curious as to why you're not wearing a shirt." He said.

"Jen, made me take it off." I emphasized on her name.

"You should be thanking her then." He shoved his hands in his pockets and started walking towards the bedroom window. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding, having him close to me made me feel so out of breath for some reason.

I moved to sit on the king sized bed which was bouncy and comfortable. I pulled my phone out and took a picture of a cool painting right above the bed.

Adrian was standing by the window, peeking outside like some creep.

"You spying on the brunette?" I asked teasingly.

"Her name is Christy and you should really stop this all jealous phase." He said, still looking out the window.

"It's not a phase." I murmured underneath my tone. Feeling jealous is never a phase.

I leaned back, letting my elbows balance my body. I archored my attention on him, he was a great sight, I liked every inch of him and I wasn't ashamed to admit it... To myself. I wanted to run my fingers through his gorgeous dark as night hair, I wanted to feel those hands on my skin, I needed to trail my hands along his mighty abs and most importantly I wanted to kiss him until we were both out of breath.

"Quit eye fucking me, will you?" He turned to look at me, I awkwardly glanced up at the antic looking ceiling.

"In your dreams." I sat up straight and narrowed my eyes at him.

He laughed and looked out the window again.

I hate that hot people know that they're hot.

I tossed my phone on the bed, stood up and rushed to a door that I guessed was the bathroom, I creeked the door open and let myself inside.

I swear to Merlin's beard, that bathroom looked bigger than my bedroom. There were white towels everywhere, it smelled like lavender, there was a full length mirror on the wall and their shower was in a blur glass cube. Being rich must be super nice.

"Cool isn't it?" Asked a voice behind me and I jumped.

I turned and saw Adrian leaning against the closed door. I didn't even hear him come in.

"Dude, you scared me to death and what the hell? I could have been naked." I said.

He chuckled.

"Sorry." He dropped his gaze to my body almost like he was picturing me naked. He walked passed me and went to slide the shower doors open.

"So, exactly how high are you?" I asked as he entered the shower and turned the water on.

"Not high enough." I heard him respond.

"What are you doing?" I giggled at him actually taking a shower with his shorts.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He pushed his hair back and I watched the water run down his body.

Damn.

I told myself not to faint.

"It looks like you being high is starting to show." I said.

"If you've never taken a shower with your clothes on then you haven't lived or been high." He laughed at the last part and I joined him.

"More like depressed." I said.

He let his hand out in front of me, like he wanted me to hold it. I shook my head and he rolled his eyes as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms.

Shit.

"Asshole! Seriously?" I tried to escape his grip while the water slowly soaked my hair and body. I stopped fighting after a second, it was too late, I was already wet.

"You're welcome." He whispered in my ear and loosened his grip around me. I was about to faint.

"I'm supposed to go home in these clothes." I looked down at myself.

"Don't worry you can always borrow mine." He winked, I shook my head at him and ran a hand on my face.

I didn't know what to say or do next, I was so nervous that every nerve in my body was reacting. I couldn't look him in the eye cause I was afraid that I could end up kissing him and then faint so I kept my head down but I felt his fingers on my chin, lifting my head to look up at him.

"Am I just high or are you like super shy right now?" He smiled and tucked my wet hair behind my ear, keeping his hand on my cheek.

"You're.. really really really high." I responded in a stutter, he dropped his hand.

"Thought so." He whispered, staring at my lips. My stomach tightened just at that look.

Fuck it.

I tiptoed, cupped his jaw and kissed him. He had his eyes closed when I pulled away, then he opened them and stared at me.

He leaned over and paused when our lips were brushing, "I think it's possible that your kisses make me feel so much more intoxicated." He whispered against my lips before placing his lips on mine.

When his moist lips hit mine, it was like he sucked all the air out the my lungs and replaced it with his kiss of life, cliche? I know but there was no better way to explain it. My legs became weak (I was about to faint) I wrapped my arms around him, he snaked his arm around my waist and lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his torso, entwining my legs behind him.

He moved to lean me against the glass wall, moving his lips against mine swiftly, opening my mouth_slipping his tongue in and moving in sync with mine.

Everything gave me butterflies.

I felt so naughty but it felt so fucking right. His strong hand traveling up my thigh and to my back, it made me moan, I buried my fingers in his dark wet hair and kissed him harder, he tightened his grip on my waist and released a groan.

"Fuck, I want you so fucking bad." He whispered in my mouth and my stomach tightened yet again.

I wanted him too but I wasn't gonna admit that, don't judge me judge my ego.

He pulled away and looked into my eyes, he was about to kiss me again when...

"Adrian! Emily! You in there?" Jared called from the other side of the bathroom door.

Shit.

I unwrapped my legs and stood on my own two feet.

"No! Go away!" Adrian responded.

"Adrian." I slapped his shoulder playfully.

"What?" His gaze met mine, his face was so close to mine.

"Are you guys killing each other in there?" Jared sounded concerned. I stifled a laugh and covered my mouth. Adrian smiled down at me.

"Just go away man!" He shouted again.

"Are you guys.... Fucking in there?" I heard Jared laugh.

"Yes now go away asshole."

"Adrian." I slapped him again, he laughed softly.

I bit my lower lip and just admired his laugh.

"Don't do that." He warned in a whisper and i released my lip.

He leaned in and stole a quick kiss from me which made me want more, I placed my hand behind his neck and pecked his lips.

He stared into my eyes, "Emily." He whispered my name while holding my cheek.

"Adrian." I smiled.

"I-"

"Uh, hello!" Jared banged on the door and cut him off.

He let go of me and we got out of the shower then the bathroom. Jared was sitting on a chair with my phone in his hands.

He looked at us and raised his brows.

"You guys should seriously fake break up like ASAP." He commented, pointing at us with my phone.

I didn't want to fake break up with him but we both knew it had to be done.