Chapter 22
I’d been trying not to obsess over what happened between us like I could very easily have. But the feel of her, the taste of her, was burned into my memory. She was everywhere, even when she wasn’t. And the way she looked at me when I dropped her off at her apartment…
I wanted to wince.
I wanted more. A hell of a lot more.
But she hadn’t been in the best state of mind, not after what happened earlier. So I did the right thing.
I let her go for the time being
I stared at the name on my screen. Flower.
ar again to make her do so. Her mum had
my car
She’d unblocked me–reluctantly, sure–but I wasn’t about to waste the opportunity. I’d had to lock her up found out about the fight and so she’d opted to go home instead. It was late. Too late. She was probably asleep.
I should let her rest
should let myself rest, which was impossible but still…
But the thought of pretending to sleep and closing my eyes, of slipping back into the nightmares that had been clawing at me all damn night, made my stomach turn
I needed to hear her. Just for a second. Throughout the years, her voice speaking so casually and freely behind metal bars, looking like the textbook example of a teenage troublemaker, had been what had kept me sane. I’d replayed the conversation over and over countless times. Smiled each time I did so,
Before I could talk myself out of it, I tapped the screen.
The dial tone rang once. Twice. Three times. I clenched my jaw, waiting, almost losing hope-
Then her voice cut through the silence, groggy and irritated.
“Do you know what fucking time it is?”
A breath of relief left me. Even pissed off and half asleep, she still sounded like a goddamn cute to the poison in my veins,
She sighed when I didn’t answer immediately. “What do you want, Crest?
I let my head fall back against the wall, closing my eyes. You.
But I didn’t say that.
She huffed, clearly losing patience. “Hello? Are you even-
“I miss you.”
Silence.
Then a scoff. ‘You woke me up for that? Good night.”
I could hear the rustling of sheets, the shift of her body as she moved to hang up.
She hesitated:
our knees
yan a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. “A part of me regrets not getting you on your mouth.”
A slurp inhale.
“Christ, Adam.”
smiled. “That wasn’t a no.”
earlier,” 1 murmured, voice dropping, ‘und fucking your
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“You’re unbelievable.”
“Am 17” I leaned forward, elbows resting on my knees, yes locked on the wall as if I could see her through it. “Or are you just pissed because you would’ve loved it?
Silence stretched between us, thick and charged.
your hair while L
“Tell me, Flower,” I continued, voice low and deliberate. “Would you have opened up for me like a good girl? Let me tangle my hands in your h fucked that pretty mouth?‘
Her breathing hitched, and I knew I had her.
“You’re such an asshole,” she whispered.
I grinned. “But you’re picturing it, aren’t you? Don’t lie, I saw the look in your eyes, you were almost about to beg for it.”
More silence. Then, finally…
“Go to hell.
But I heard how her voice quivered and how she exhaled softly through the phone
That silence told me everything.
I smirked, stretching my legs out as I leaned back on the gym bench. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“No.”
A bold–faced lie.
“You are.” My voice dropped lower, more deliberate. “You’re picturing it. My hand in your hair, my cock in your mouth, guiding you exactly how I want. How
we both want.
She made a frustrated sound, like she wanted to argue but couldn’t find the words.
I pressed on. “I would’ve gone slow at first, let you feel every inch of me sliding past those perfect lips. And then I exhaled a quiet laugh. “Then I would’ve ruined you, Flower. Ruined you and watched your petals fall.”
She made a strangled noise. “Jesus Christ, Adam,”
“Not quite.” I smirked again.“But I’ll make you scream my name just the same.”
“You’re deranged.” Her voice was breathless now, laced with imitation, but underneath that? Desire.
I imagined her in bed, tangled in sheets, her body warm and soft, fingers curled around her phone, thighs pressed together.
“You say that,” I murmured, but you haven’t hung up.”
“I should.”
“But you won’t.”
Another sharp inhale.
I let my head fall back against the wall, closing my eyes. “You feel it too, dog’s you?”
She didn’t respond, but she didn’t need to
Every time I touch you, you melt for me. My grip on the phone tightened. “Every time you push me away, you come back wanting more. You fight it, but deep down, you know this is inevitable.”
Her breath hitched. I fucking heard it.
“I meant what I said earlier, Layla. I miss you, I let that settle, let her sit with it. “I shouldn’t be calling you this late. I should let you sleep.” I paused. “But
I don’t want to.”
She swallowed audibly. “Adam…”
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The sound of my name on her lips, it did things to
- me.
I let my
y voice go rougher, deeper. “If I were there right now, I I wouldn’t be saying this over
or the phone.” I let the words drag, measured and teasing. “I’d be in your bed. Between your legs. Tasting you spin”
She let out a soft, shaky exhale.
“Still thinking about it?”
She muttered something under her breath, but I caught the curse.
I chuckled. “You don’t have to say it. I already know.”
There was a pause, thick with tension. Then finally, she whispered, “You need to get diagnosed for marcissism.
“And yet you’d still want me.
Silence.
The kind of silence that felt like heat, like friction, like restraint barely holding together. I gave her a few seconds. Then I asked the question I already knew the answer to
“Do you want me to stop?”
Her breath caught again.
I waited.
And waited
Then, finally
“No.”
Fuck.
My grip on the phone tightened. My cock responding to the single word:
“That’s all I needed to hear. Sweet dreams flower, ” I said before hanging up. I felt a lot better, and it had nothing to do with the workout,
