L5
ily’s POV
I wasn’t supposed to keep wanting him. In fact I should hate him with all I had.
But the way Adrian looked at me—like I was precious, like he would never let me slip through his fingers—it undid me.
I pressed a hand to my forehead, my thoughts a tangled mess.
“I can’t do this,” I whispered. “I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
Adrian didn’t move from his spot across the kitchen, leaning against the counter with that quiet, knowing gaze. He didn’t rush to comfort me. He let the silence stretch, let my thoughts settle until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I turned away, gripping the edge of the sink.
“I miss him,” I admitted. My throat tightened. “But I also—” I swallowed hard. “I feel something for you. And I hate myself for it.”
Adrian was behind me before I could take anot
