Re: Under the Gazebo
As Adam leaned in, her body visibly slacked, and she wrapped her arms around him. He made her weak, broke down her resolve like a battering ram against a wall. She buried her face in his chest for a moment and breathed him in. Ever since that first night they shared together, when they were shadows of themselves on a staircase, he had a key to her brain no one else had for a long time. And so what if MK was expected to date some super handsome business man like Chris or a billionaire like Simon. So what? They couldn't figure her out the way Adam had.
His admission made her curl her fingers into his shirt more, and a tiny, pathetic noise come out of her. She knew he had feelings for her, real feelings, ever since that she got drunk and sent pictures of herself kissing a girl. When he was possessive and concerned and only wanted her. But then, she pulled back. "You don't know that," she whispered. Who knew that she couldn't reciprocate those feelings, too? "How can you know that?"