He promised me the best summer of my life, he gave me the best summer of my life. Adrian and I spent every day of that entire summer with each other, my dad and Lucy went on a summer vacation, I was supposed to go with them but that summer was about taking advantage of the little time that we had left, so they went to Miami without me but it was a win win either way cause Adrian and I literally lived in my house like a married couple.

I had the pleasure of seeing him shirtless most days due to that heat and the sight never got old.

It truly was the best summer of my life.

But as we all know, all good things must come to an end.

Adrian had to go to California in early August, something about him settling down before school started. That also meant that I was going to be the one that was gonna watch him leave.

And the night before he left I made us three rules.

Rule number one: No goodbyes.

Rule number two: No goodbye kisses.

Rule number three: No goodbye sex.

They were three simple rules, Adrian did try to protest at first but he gave up eventually.

Now there I was, watching him text on his phone across the counter while I ate my fries.

I wanted- no, I needed time to stop just for us, I wasn't done staring at him, I wasn't done calling his name, I wasn't done kissing him, I wasn't done making love to him, I definitely wasn't done loving him. For some reason I spent that entire summer wishing that we could break up, I wanted us to have a big fight, curse at each other and then one of us could walk out on the other and never come back.

We did fight, mostly because I couldn't stop talking about us doing long distance and whenever he walked away, he always came back and every time he did, I hugged him tight and apologized like a love struck idiot then he would make love to me and everything would be okay.

Teenagers make stupid decisions all the time but us giving up on each other and thinking that fate was gonna take care of the rest? That was just dumbness on another level.

And to be honest, I wasn't going to wait around for Adrian to finally place the world in the palm of his hand and say, you're small. It wasn't up to me to decide whether or not I was going to fall in love again after him, it was up to my heart and the heart is the most complicated flesh.

I sighed, letting my hand support my chin as I continued staring at him.

"You're eye fucking me again." He said, his eyes still glued to the screen.

"Yeah, I'm eye fucking you for the last time."

He looked up with a serious expression, I gave him a lopsided grin.

"I thought we weren't supposed to talk about the fact that I'm leaving tomorrow." He went back to texting Jared.

"We're not." I said.

"Emily?"

"Adrian."

"You're not looking at me for the last time just like I'm not looking at you for the last time." He informed me.

My mind played around with that statement and a voice inside my head told me the exact opposite, I shrugged her off, staring at the black journal that Adrian had placed on the counter earlier.

"What's that." I pointed at it.

"Emily, do you remember tattoo night?" He asked.

"You know I don't remember tattoo night and as far as I know, neither do you." I pointed out.

He smiled, looking to his side. My mouth fell open because I knew. I knew he remembered. He always had.

"You lying piece of shit!" I laughed, he chuckled.

"I swear I didn't remember everything, just little pieces." He admitted, looking back at me.

"What little pieces?" I demanded.

He sighed, leaning back and putting on a straight face, "I remember you chickening out on the tattoo, me holding your hand while you were screaming so dramatically and...." He trailed and stopped talking.

"We totally made out, didn't we?" I huffed.

"A little and you were flirting with me the entire night." He smiled at the memory, I facepalmed. "Best night of my life." He said underneath his tone.

I wished I could remember but my mind was blank.

He pushed the journal towards me, I picked it up and opened it. The first page had Adrian's name filling up the entire page in cursive writing.

"Cheesey of you." I ran through the rest of the blank pages.

"My dad wrote that." He said, placing his phone on the table and giving me his full attention.

"What?"

"He got it for me when I was fourteen, said he didn't like the fact that I was one of the quiet ones, said you never know if they're thinking of dooming the world or healing it." He put on a faint smile, I nodded in agreement.

"So he got you a diary?" I ran my hand on the leather cover.

"Yeah, he wanted me to write my feelings down since I didn't like talking much." He looked at it and seemed distant for a second.

"You never wrote anything?" I went through the pages again.

"Nope, thought it was stupid. I want you to have it." He stared at me.

"Why?"

"Since we're not going to be talking, you might as well just write the stuff that you wish to tell me, I wanna read about them when we meet again." His expression hardened, my throat tightened but I swallowed hard and pushed back the urge to cry.

"I could say dear Adrian instead of dear diary." I joked, he laughed.

"Exactly."

The humor was short lived, I stayed silent and so did he but I didn't want that night to be about goodbyes so I spoke..

"Who would have thought that we'd end up like this, huh?"

"Like what?"

"You and I being together and all." I said.

"I did." He shrugged.

"Right." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Seriously, I did." He did sound serious.

"Humor me." I leaned my arms on the counter. He sighed.

"Remember last summer, Cole threw a party and you were there with Charlie?" He asked.

I remembered that summer like it was yesterday, I also remembered making eye contact with Adrian and calling him a pervert in my head cause he was staring at me.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Okay so you were laying down by the pool side, you were in a maroon bikini, you had sun glasses in your damp hair and you were reading a book." He recalled, my forehead furrowed.

"Oddly specific." I giggled.

"I know, that's how long I stared at you." He murmured underneath his tone, I grinned, blushed even.

"So how'd you know?"

"I looked at you and I just couldn't take my eyes off of you, Emily, you were so fucking gorgeous. Then you looked at me and I felt it." His mouth curved into a charming smile.

"Felt what?"

"This feeling I feel whenever I'm around you, this endless supply of whirling feelings, I felt it that day but of course," he sighed, "goddamn Charlie came out of nowhere and picked you up then he jumped into the pool." He said in a lazy tone. For some unknown reason, the mention of Charlie still soured Adrian's face.

I got down from my seat and went around the counter, he raised his brows at me in questioning since I wasn't supposed to go near him if I didn't want him to kiss me.

I placed my hands on the side of his face and looked into his eyes.

"I ended up with you, didn't I?"

"Maybe don't say shit like that if you don't want me to kiss you." He responded. I leaned in and pecked his lips, his eyes were closed when I pulled away and when he opened them, he tried to lock our lips again but I pushed my head back.

He cupped my cheek and his gaze searched my eyes, "C'mon Emily, just one kiss." He whispered softly, his hot breath fanning my face. I gulped.

No, don't do it, Emily.

"Remember when Dua lipa said one kiss is all it takes to fall in love with me?"

"I'm already in love with you, dumbass."

"Well, what if you fall harder."

"Then I fall harder."

"What if you kiss me and it leads to something else and then you end up breaking all the rules?" I asked, he stood up and I leaned my back against the counter as he stood way too close to me.

"You seriously think we're going to spend this entire night talking?" His hands touched my bare stomach.

Goddamn bra top.

"And reading novels." I tried to distract him by talking but he grabbed my hips and pulled me to his body.

I gasped a moan and he cupped my jaw, leaning into my face. His teeth captured my lower lip, it wasn't even a kiss but it made a stormy and hot wave drive my entire body insane.

"Emily." Our lips were brushing.

"Adrian." I pecked him.

"I wanna fuck you." His thumb grazed my lips.

Ah Jesus, did he have to say it like that?

With so much hunger in his tone, like it was something he was just dying to do and I was-

"No, no, nope, nah-uh, I'm not falling for it." I swindled away from him, he watched me, running his thumb along his bottom lip.

Pure toxicity.

So what the universe was trying to tell me was that I was never, like ever going to have him ever again?

"What?" He asked when I kept staring at him.

"Nothing, is it hot in here? I feel hot. I'm gonna go take a shower, you wanna come?"

"Haha real funny." He said sarcastically.

"Adrian, you know we can shower together without doing anything right?"

"Not tonight we can't." His eyes dropped to my body, sending a rushed heat through me.

"Why not." I smirked.

"You want me to answer that?"

"No but I do wanna hear it." I teased.

"How about you come over here and I'll whisper it in your ear." He drew his lower lip between his teeth.

Oh God.

I immediately turned on my heel and rushed towards the kitchen exit.

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Now, will they or won't they?