Adam moved quickly, sealing the windows and exits of the packhouse with the emergency silver seal, a powerful barrier that would prevent anyone from coming or going. I could feel the tension rising as we got dressed and prepared to confront the situation head-on. But just as we were about to leave, Adam pinned me to the wall and kissed me fiercely. His grip was firm, but there was desperation in his touch.
“Please give me time,” he whispered, his words low and full of emotion.
I stood there for a moment, stunned by the intensity of his plea. It touched my heart, because I knew he could feel the depth of my hurt, even if he wasn’t ready to fully address it. But a part of me wanted to scream—why not just let us love each other as we should? Why keep dragging this out? He was wasting my ti
