Emory
He wouldn't.
He told me he'd wait. Wait for what? I'm not sure, still unpacking that.
He wouldn't actually show up tonight right?
I've kissed the man twice now and he's as addicting as the next hard drug on the streets.
Not that I do drugs or anything but you get what I'm saying.
We're all very aware of how weak I am when it comes to Adrian Harley and each time I'm around him only continues to prove that.
My self control snaps and I give into the urges of wanting to pounce him and I am so ashamed of myself for it.
A weak and lonely woman is what I am.
After a fashion show with my sister that lasted three hours, I was finally set free with the perfect outfit for the party. Perfect according to Addie anyway, which is all that matters to me considering I owe her a third of my life.
I also may have just worn a trash bag if she told me to because of the guilt I felt after getting all jealous watching Adrian tease her and touch her.
Why? Because the last week was spent trying to convince myself to give Adrian a chance. A chance at whatever crazy shit he was trying to offer me the first night I kissed him because a part of me is curious and genuinely attracted to him.
A part of me wants him.
Then I saw him with my sister and felt like an idiot because they are the epitome of what a perfect couple should look like.
Her blonde against his raven black, both their hair and personalities, it was something right out of a goddamn fairy tail.
Then my guilt shifted when he pounced me in the bathrooms and my body was hot with something else. I felt guilty because Addie has been obsessed with him for forever and here he was claiming to crave me. I'd never felt so wanted, so needed by a man. I feel guilty because I want him just as much as he claims to want me.
I can't deny it anymore because it's completely pointless.
Now, I'm on my couch, chewing my nails and trying to read my book, hoping I'm easily distracted by the enchanting football romance happening right in my hands.
It's not working.
I've been on the same page for 20 minutes.
Suddenly, my front door flies open and I smother my yelp with my hand when that sea of green catches sight of me, his gaze darkening.
He would.
"A-Adrian, wh-" I'm cut off when he strides over to where I'm sat on my couch trying to do some reading, kicking off his shoes in the process and plucking my book from my hand, setting it on my coffee table.
Then, he sits beside me, reaching for me and lifting me up as if I weighed nothing, placing me over him so that I'm straddling him.
"Adrian!" I gasp, my cheeks all hot and, no doubt, bright red.
"Hi" he murmurs, those green eyes staring up at me like I'd given him the world and his arms wrap around my waist like he knows I'd try to escape.
"What are you doing?" I ask, unsure of what to do with my hands as I look down at him, the corners of that pretty mouth tugging up.
"Why do you always ask me that?" He cocks his head and my breath catches when one of his hands start to gently rub my lower back.
"Adrian, you can't expect me to just dive head first into...into this...whatever this is" I swallow, the nerves drowning me.
When we kissed I was solely running on adrenaline, a newly found confidence coursing through me.
Now, it's just me and him and it's quiet. Calm. We have the moment to ourselves completely. No traumatizing visits from anyone's fathers and no hiding in a bathroom from anyone's siblings.
Just me and him.
"You want slow, we'll go slow...as long as we're going, baby" he tells me and carefully lifts me off of his lap so that I'm sat beside him.
Oh god, he should really stop calling me that or I might explode.
I bring my knees up to my chest, avoiding his gaze because the way he's looking at me now is probably more intense than any other time he's ever looked at me.
It's too much, too fast.
"Is slow what you want?" His tone is so soft and this is all so new to me that I'm not sure what I really want.
Still avoiding his gaze, I shrug and keep my eyes on my coffee table. Adrian's fingers find my chin, tilting my face so that I'm staring up at him and my heart beats a little faster.
"I hate when you look away" he murmurs and I feel my cheeks burn.
"You always look away" he says and gone is the Adrian I know. Here is a tender and softer version of the man I know and I can't really decide which I like more.
Am I a masochist for missing the old Adrian? The intense and grumpy version of him?
Stockholm syndrome, I'm sure of it.
"What's going on in there?" Adrian's voice pulls me from my head and I swallow.
"I'm so confused" I admit.
"I know...I know" he sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
"I've got so many questions and I'm still trying to figure out if this is all some elaborate scheme-"
"Emory-"
"I know you're telling me it's not but this is my process alright? I think going slow is best" I cut him off.
Adrian nods, his eyes telling me he's willing to do whatever it takes and that makes my stomach flutter.
"And...what exactly...are we taking slow?" I ask, my skin flushing. I feel like a child. I hate that. I'm a grown woman for Christ sake!
Stupid boys. Boys are so dumb.
Adrian smirks and then reaches for me again, placing me in his lap, which is starting to become one of my favorite places.
"Us. You and me. Whatever you want us to be as long as it's just you and me, angel" Adrian shrugs like what he's just said is no big deal.
