Adrian’s POV
Elena was already in bed when I came upstairs, her hair spilling across the pillow, her silhouette soft and inviting against the low light. I stopped at the edge of the mattress, just watching her for a moment. She turned her head slightly, a slow smile curving her lips as if she could feel my gaze.
“You’re staring,” she whispered.
“Of course I am,” I murmured, sliding onto the bed beside her. “You’re impossible not to.”
She caught my hand, guiding it to her waist. “Show me, then. Show me how impossible.”
I didn’t waste time. My mouth claimed hers with a hunger that had been building since dinner, since the look in her eyes when she realized I was serious about rings and futures and forever. She met me with equal urgency, fingers clawing at my shirt until I yanked it over
