Chapter 5 I Just Want To Touch You

AGNES

I woke up to the feeling of sun rays splashed across my skin, yawning carelessly, I stretched my arms and opened my eyes only to find his arm over my body, holding me close to him even in his sleep.

The memories of last night came pouring in, sending waves of heat down my body. It had been real, I thought. Last night was not a dream, Adams had made my fantasies come through. I could still feel the heat of his hands on my skin, the urgency of his mouth, the way he had called out my name as we came undone, instinctively, I snapped my thighs shut, remembering how far he had spread them apart.

Now he was sleeping innocently by my side after all the dirty things he did to me yesterday.

I stayed still, watching the way his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. His features had a softness that he never wore when he was awake. All of a sudden, I felt moved to touch him, to trace my finger across his jaw, his lips, the bridge of his nose.

I wanted to memorize him.

I lifted my hand to his face, trying to steady my trembling wrist. Why was I so anxious to touch him, like I didn’t touch him last night?

Sighing softly, I braced myself and lowered my hand to his chin, but right before I could make contact, his hand shot with lightning speed and grabbed my wrist.

I gasped in shock as his eyes snapped open.

“What were you trying to do?” he asked, his voice deep and husky from sleep.

“I…I just wanted to touch you,” I replied to him softly, avoiding his eyes.

Adams scoffed and before I could react, he pulled me even closer to him and lowered his mouth to mine.

“Adams…” I moaned into the kiss, losing the will to push him away.

He climbed on top of me as we kissed, his mouth stealing whatever reasonable thought I had.

Suddenly, he broke the kiss, leaving me dazed and annoyed.

“What are you doing?”

Adams didn’t respond, instead, he pressed his erection against my thigh, making me moan out in response.

“Didn’t you want to touch me?” he asked as he pulled my thighs apart, pressing his hard cock against my entrance.

“Yes.. please,” I nodded desperately, the ache between my legs was calling out to him, wanting to be filled up.

Adams smirked at my expression, then he lowered his head to my ear. “Since you want me so bad, I guess I have to give you what you want.”

He filled me up again and before I knew it, I was lost to him.

We finally stumbled into the kitchen by noon, my legs were weak and sore, my hair a mess, but my heart was full.

Adams was in front of the counter dressed in nothing but sweatpants, his hair still damp from the shower. I stood in front of the stove, trying to focus on the eggs I was supposed to be frying, pretending like I wasn’t staring at the curve of his muscles every time he moved.

“You are going to burn those eggs if you keep leering at me,” Adams commented without looking up, focused on the bread he was buttering like it was the most serious task in the world.

“I am not leering,” I lied defensively, my cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“So why are your eggs already turning brown?” Adams asked with a raised brow.

The smoke of the eggs made me face them and I immediately turned off the stove, cursing underneath my breath while he laughed.

The sound of his deep laughter filled the kitchen and I raised my head, watching how carefree he looked in that moment. I felt something warm spread across my chest like we weren’t two people entangled in forbidden desire, like we were just… together.

After the eggs were ruined, I decieded to make pancakes. Adams came to my side as I poured in the flour. This time, I tried not to get distracted by his presence. I spun around for the sugar when he suddenly swiped a finger across my cheek.

“What are you doing?” I asked, only for me to notice his flour filled hands.

He had stained my cheek with flour.

I gasped in mock outrage and dipped my hand in flour, trying to retailiate, but he caught my wrist easily and pinned my hands behind my back with an arm.

“This isn’t fair,” I complained, annoyed that I couldn’t retaliate.

Adams smiled. “Well life isn’t fair.”

I huffed angrily and then he lowered his head to mine, kissing me right there in the kitchen, making me forget why I was even angry.

For a moment, it was perfect. Everything was.

We had breakfast and ate together until it was time for him to leave for work.

“I will miss you,” I whispered like a love sick idiot as he stood by the door.

“Just stay out of trouble, I will be back soon,” he replied, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

And then he left.

I watched his car disappear down the street, feeling an unfamiliar ache in my chest.

Why did he affect me this much?

Wasn’t it just sex?

Thinking about the way my heart had swelled when he kissed my forehead goodbye made me pause.

It had never been just sex, not with Adams.

We had had such a perfect morning. If I stayed here forever would all our morning be like this?

It all just felt too good to be true.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

I pulled it out only to find that I had gotten a new message. Grabbing a glass of water from the table, I swiped it open, while taking a sip.

And then the glass slipped from my hand, crashing into the floor loudly as I saw the message.

UNKNOWN: “How long did you think you could hide from me, Agnes? Did you forget who you sent those sexy pictures to? Meet me tonight at our usual spot or everyone in your family will see those pictures”.

My blood ran cold.

My fingers trembled as I held the phone, trying to steady myself.

No, it couldn’t be.

My chest tightened in anxiety, my breathing uneven. My past, the one that Adams had saved me from was back and he was here to drag me back into the life I thought I had escaped from.

Tears filled my eyes as I thought about Adams again, the warmth of his kiss, the softness in his eyes, the safety that he had given me for the past few days had shattered into ice.