She might have smiled then, which was completely unexpected, because he was smiling and kissing her too.
"You won't," she said, her lips brushing over his neck. "You're not going to let me go."
There was a soft promise to those words. This was fucking terrifying. And the thought of telling him anything, of admitting her feelings was far from happening now. But this.. this she could do.
"Adrian?" It was one of the first times she'd ever called him by name aloud.
"Take me home now, before I start to take your clothes off."