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Adam hopped in the shower a few minutes after I got out. Since my clothes were packed up, I put on one of his t-shirts and old boxer shorts, rolling them up so they fit a bit better. While waiting, I figured I should get in some writing.

We took a long nap today, after that, woke up, cuddled even more than we did while sleeping, and then I took a shower. Now he was.

I wandered into the kitchen and sat at the counter on one of the barstools and opened up my laptop, getting to work. I was focused on work and got quite a bit in, I got to somewhere towards the end of the first chapter when Adam came back down. I heard his door close and then his footsteps as he jogged down the stairs. I looked up from my laptop when Adam walked into the kitchen.

I thought I'd take a quick look then get back to work but he had other plans because he appeared in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of grey joggers. My fingers froze, hovering above the keyboard and I cleared my throat softly, biting down on my bottom lip before I said something stupid and looked back at my screen.

Oh, no. What was I writing? No, no, no. Where was I going with this? Where was this petty argument taking my characters?

Adam opened the fridge, drank some water, and then walked over, stopping behind me. He leaned forward, putting his hands on the counter from behind me. He was freshly showered and all I could smell was his cologne, aftershave, and a little bit of soap on him.

I wanted to drown in him. I wanted to do nothing but be with him.

"Hi," he mumbled, pecking my cheek before resting his chin on my shoulder. "What are you up to?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm just getting some writing done."

"Can I read it?"

"Um... I- Yeah. Sure, I mean... if you want to."

He chuckled softly and I felt my heart stutter. "Are you nervous that I might read it?"

"No," I said with uncertainty. "That's not why I'm nervous. I mean, am I even nervous? I don't know if that's what you'd call this."

"I won't read it if you don't want me to."

"That's not it," I huffed.

What is wrong with me?

"You okay, Rubes?"

I nodded, trying not to look at him. "I'm okay."

"Ruby."

I turned slowly to face him, my breath hitching in my throat at the proximity. My eyes met his before traveling across his face, trying to read his expression before lingering on his lips for a heartbeat too long. His lips twitched into a small smile and my eyes met his again. "I think I'm in trouble," I whispered.

"Hmm," he nodded, holding my gaze, amusement swirling in his. "I think you are." He took a small step back and spun my barstool around so I faced him completely before kissing me without any hesitation, any limitations.

This kiss was different from all the kisses we've shared so far. It held everything. I lost focus on everything else and all that mattered was Adam.

I heard him close my laptop before pushing it away as he stepped closer, tightening his hold on my waist, deepening the kiss. He lifted me up and seated me on the counter before I knew it and stood between my legs, one of his hands straying down to my thigh while we both paused for a moment. He stared down at me, his chest rising and falling slowly.

"Sometimes I wish you wouldn't look at me like that," I mumbled.

His thumb stroked my inner thigh. "Like what?"

I licked my lips nervously. "Like you could love me."

"Emmy, I—"

"Then I realize you already do. And it makes me really happy. You know, over the trip we took, I felt like we took a walk down memory lane."

He nodded softly.

"And I realized that after you, I will love no one."

"There will be no one after me, Emilia. You're mine now. In every sense of the word," he paused. "I'm so much more than your best friend. But I am still your best friend, all right? I want our conversations back, the sarcasm, and the love. We both showed nothing but everybody could always see it. We had something special. We do. Don't we?"

I nodded, grinning. "We do."

He took in a breath, his eyes dropping to my lips again. "I'm going to kiss you more," he chuckled softly. I nodded again, my smile intact. He tilted my chin up, taking my breath away, silencing me with a kiss. My hand flew up to the back of his neck, my finger slipping into his hair as I pulled him in closer, both of us falling deeper into the kiss, into the moment. His hands slid up my thighs, the shorts I was wearing riding up even more as his hands snuck under his t-shirt that I put on, resting on my bare waist.

His hands were surprisingly warm. He was always warm, maybe that's why I had such a hard time untangling myself from him every morning.

Fingers digging further into my waist, he pulled me even closer, my legs naturally locking around him. He pecked my lips a few times, his hands grabbing the hem of the t-shirt. He paused, whispering against my lips, "Can I take this off?"

"Yes," I panted, nodding briefly.

He lifted it up slowly as I stuck my arms up. He pulled it off, leaving it on the counter, checking me out once. "Shit, you're beautiful, Rubes. You have no idea how lucky I feel to be with you every single day. I'm crazy for you, about you. You make me insane. There's never going to be another you in my life. There'll never be another us."

I scooted forward a bit, sitting at the very edge of the counter and resting my arms around his neck. "I'd hope so," I whispered, my lips brushing against his.

He leaned forward to kiss me but I leaned back, avoiding the kiss while giggling. He made me giggle. Nobody makes me giggle. Well, clearly, except for him. He tightened his arms around my waist and slid me forward, picking me up while I let out a soft squeal through my laugh, securing my legs around him as he began walking upstairs and to his room.

On the way up there, I pressed kisses everywhere. To his cheek, his jaw, his neck.

"Open the door," he chuckled, stopping in front of it. I pushed it open and he walked in, kicking it shut behind him. He spins us around so I was pinned against the door as he still holds me up, his hands sneaking his way from my thighs to my butt.

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me when he squeezed and I broke the kiss, dropping my head to his shoulder.

"Stop," he chuckled, "this is serious."

"Sorry. You've never grabbed my butt before," I laughed.

"Well, I'm probably about to do more things I haven't done before. Not in this way, at least."

"Oh?" I lifted a brow, smirking.

"Oh," he nodded, kissing me again, gently biting my bottom lip as he lay me down on the bed.

I lay still, watching him watch me.

He eased himself back down, his hands on the mattress on either side of my head as he leaned in closer and closer, pecking my left cheek, then my right, then my forehead, then my nose, and then finally his lips found mine. I lifted a hand to hold his face as he deepened the kiss, moving one hand back to my thigh, his fingers resting right under the fabric, on my bare thigh. His hands moved to the hem of my shorts and he started tugging down but I caught his wrists.

I glanced at his pants. "Sweatpants," I demanded.

"Shorts," he argued.

"Sweatpants." I sat up.

"Shorts." He leaned back down, pushing me gently.

"Sweatpants," I laughed, propping myself onto my elbows, smirking at him.

"Shorts."

I shook my head teasingly.

He sighed and stood upright before pushing his sweatpants pants down his waist, revealing plain black Calvins. "Shorts," he mumbled, coming back in, tugging them down as his lips got closer and closer to mine.

I pushed myself off the bed a bit, pulling him in with a hand on the back of his neck. My heart fluttered when he softly groaned against my lips, easing me back down while slipping his fingers into the waistband and sliding them down all the way. I helped him out, kicking them away at the end as I lay down. I felt his hands all over me, touching and tracing every inch of my skin and leaving fire behind. I was burning under his touch.

"Should I stop?" he whispered against my lips.

"No," I mumbled against his lips.

He stopped anyway, leaving me groaning as he pulled away. "Take it off," he ordered, glancing at my bra.

"You take it off," I mumbled. Taking it off myself somehow felt more daunting than him taking it off of me. It felt... different, it made me feel more vulnerable. I knew why he was asking me. It showed him that I really wanted it and I wasn't just letting him take whatever he pleased.

"No," he shook his head. "You take it off yourself. Do it. Now."

I hesitated, sitting up slowly but I felt like if I didn't, I was... not letting him down but maybe disobeying him. That felt wrong or maybe I just wanted to see where obeying him would get me. Maybe with a reward.

Jesus, I'm finding out things I like that I had no idea I liked at all.

Avoiding his gaze, I reached for the clasp.

"Look at me, Rubes."

I did hesitantly.

"If you don't want to, that's okay. Just tell me. We'll slow down."

I unhooked the bra, quickly taking it off.

He took in a soft breath, blinking as he stared at me. "I'm going to take that as a no."

I really couldn't look at him after that, so I lay back down, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm my racing heart. I scooted high up on the bed without knowing it, but when he grabbed me by the ankles and tugged me down and over the silk sheets, I realized. I closed my eyes, my heart pounding beneath my rib cage. Feeling him on top of me but still holding his own weight, I opened my eyes.

He kissed me and I snapped them shut again, keeping them shut as his kisses moved to my jaw, then my neck, to my collarbone, over my chest, lingering a bit before eventually reaching down my stomach and landing at my thighs. My breath hitched in my throat as he gave me a few kisses along my thighs before his fingers slipped under the waistband.

"Lift your hips," he demanded.

I did while releasing a breath and then let out a small gasp as he slid them down my legs.

He lowered me back down before pulling my legs apart and I knew I twitched a bit. The nerves were suddenly overwhelming. "It's okay, Emmy," he reassured, his voice soothing. "If you want to stop, you say the word and I will, all right? I promise. Do you trust me?" He pushed my knees apart further but barely, urging me to do it myself.

"I trust you," I whispered, relaxing.

"Very good," he mumbled and I surrendered completely.

I'd do anything he told me if he kept talking to me like that. I was completely stripped and he wasn't, which seemed a bit unfair, but I truly didn't mind. I felt the softest kiss to my inner thigh before he finally kissed me there. I sucked in a sharp breath, instantly fisting the sheets.

He eased me into it but every minute felt electrifying as he completely devoured me.

Now, I knew that I wasn't much of a screamer, but I never knew how much I gasped because no one has ever made me feel like Adam did right now. I gasped every other second, I gasped every time he told me, "You're doing so good." Every time he'd tease me, realizing I liked it when he talked. I'd never been called a good girl before tonight and I never knew how much I liked it.

"Adam," I breathed out, feeling fire pooling low in my abdomen. Time felt so slow, the wait felt agonizing. "Please," I writhed.

"Please what, baby?" He looked at me.

I felt it. "Please, hurry. I can't take it anymore," I sighed, catching my breath but he didn't let me for too long.

"Look at me," he instructed.

I forced myself onto my elbows and met his gaze.

"Good girl."

I rolled my eyes, sighing softly.

"But I'll stop if you look away."

I swallowed down my words. He would, so I didn't want to try him. I watched and I watched as he ravished me. It made me feel worshiped.

It didn't take long once I saw what he was doing for me to come undone and dissolve into pleasure. I felt explosions and shockwaves from within me, his touch and kisses leaving trails of fire behind. I shattered right there and it took me a long time to get myself together.

While I did that, I heard him enter the bathroom and come back a while later, probably after cleaning up. I faced him as he sat beside me before I pulled myself up.

He tucked my hair behind my ear and suddenly, he felt gentle again. He felt like everything at once. He was my everything at once. "Do you want me to clean you up?" he asked and then added, "more than I already did."

I rolled my eyes, a smile escaping me. "Are we stopping?" I asked.

"Do you want to?" He stared at me.

I shook my head softly. "I want to do more."

He nodded gently. "I'm so glad you said that."

I laughed as he kissed me again, climbing back on top of me.

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