Kelly
The house was quiet that night. Adrian was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, scrolling through his phone, completely unaware of the storm inside me.
For weeks, I had fought against this, against my feelings.
Even when he proved himself. Even when he cut off his family. Even when he stood beside me, time and time again.
I still resisted. But tonight… Tonight, I was tired.
Tired of pretending I didn’t feel the way I did. Tired of keeping him at arm’s length when all I wanted was to close the distance.
I took a breath and walked toward him.
He didn’t hear me at first, not until I was close enough to touch.
And then, before I could second-guess myself, I wrapped my arms around him from behind, pressing my cheek against his back.
He stiffened.
“Kelly?
