Adaline
2.30am.
I walk down the stairs.
The kitchen is dark and silent.
There's no sign of anyone or any movement in the kitchen.
But I know I'll find him sitting there, waiting for me. He's too predictable. It's almost boring.
I flip the light on.
Atticus is standing on the counter, waiting for me. I hate how my heart leaps when our eyes lock. All through the retreat, I've been looking away every time our eyes locked. But not this time. I don't look away. And I don't back away.
I bolt to him and wrap my arms around him. I pull him down to me, kissing him wildly and passionately. The kiss is suffocating but it breathes life back to my lungs. I missed this feeling. I missed the rush of adrenaline that comes with it. That comes with him.
He sets me on the counter. He parts my legs.
