Lucy's Pov
I was just stuck. Couldn’t move, couldn’t even inhale. Not with Adrian’s lips barely brushing mine, heat rolling off him, desperate and close enough to scorch. My heart was doing gymnastics, pounding so loud it was embarrassing. I could swear he felt every thud, his hands anchored on my arms.
“Adrian…” It barely came out. I could’ve screamed, and it still would’ve sounded weak compared to what was happening inside my head.
He made a sound, somewhere between a swear and a prayer, then slammed his mouth back onto mine, gentle, sweet, and raw. It was as if he hated himself for wanting me, for wanting this, for wanting anything at all. His fingers tangled in my hair, keeping me right there when I half expected him to shove me away.
I clung to the front of his shirt like it was t
