The shirt hung past my thighs.
The shorts were soft and comfortable.
And fortunately—
the shirt smelled like him.
Which emotionally healed me a little.
Adrian looked up from the couch immediately when I stepped out.
Then his expression changed slightly.
Soft again.
“What?” I mumbled suspiciously.
“You’re cute.”
“I look like death.”
“You look sick.”
“That’s not better.”
Adrian smiled faintly before holding his hand out toward me.
“Come here.”
Too tired to argue, I shuffled forward until he pulled me gently down beside him.
Then eventually into his arms completely.
Warm.
Comfortable.
Safe.
I sighed quietly against his chest.
Adrian brushed fingers carefully through my hair.
“I warned you.”
I groaned immediately.
“Oh my God.”
“You ignored me.”
“It was worth it.”
“Yo
