I was dreading seeing Adam. And I never have that feeling. EVER. There was no fear in seeing his scorned, scorched in blue eyes; it was more the fact that I was dreading hurting him. Again. I didn’t want to be this girl that hurt her best friend over and over and over again, and never learned anything. Didn’t have any lessons to understand; any sound knowledge for future references; nothing. How was it that Adam remained my best friend, and even developing feelings for me after the way I had treated him is beyond me? But I’m talking myself down way too much. It wasn’t enough that the funeral and wake were excruciating, no; add a little self-deprecation salt to the open(-ended) wound, and I’m about set to put my head in the fucking oven.
Yeah, I thought so. Let me back track.
First off, I hated the woman in the elevator. The entire ride back home, to Adam’s place, I thought of mostly what she said and, mostly, what she implied. That Adam was some kind of abuser. Not only was she totally wrong, but it was the total opposite. Adam freaked out when he saw the blood dripping from my lip. He couldn’t have looked more remorseful. He was ready to take me to the ER over a busted lip for Christ’s sake! I know Adam. He has a good heart; amazing intentions; whenever he was right, he was man enough to not hold it against you forever, and whenever he was wrong, he was man enough to admit it.
Which brings me to my next point. I couldn’t hold him sleeping with another woman over me against him. But that didn’t mean I can just forget. I know it sounds selfish but after telling me how he felt, I figured he only had eyes for me. And after telling me how he felt, I thought it kind of weird that he could just go out and have sex with any girl, and come back home like nothing had happened. Even if it was just sex.
Now, I was at an impasse. I have two amazing men. Both of which I have history with, in different ways. Both mean a lot to me. Both love me; and whom I love back. This sounds like every girl’s dream, but it wasn’t mine. Yet, as I trudged my way down the hall and nearer to Adam’s apartment, I couldn’t help but feel that he was over me. He not answering my text telling him when I’d be home wasn’t a good sign, that’s for sure. That he thought I, yet again, made up my mind and ran back to Daniel; when in all honesty, my feet were laced with iron-clad shoes, laden in swamp mud.
I paused before the door, stricken with the urge to knock before I entered. Just in case. Maybe he changed the locks and I had nowhere to go, who knows. I took the keys out, my hand shakes making the keys rattle, and finally inserted it into the lock and turned with ease. First step out of the way.
There was a low ember flickering in the time that I pushed the door opened. Once it was fully opened, I saw petals on the floor, trailing into the living room, with candles lining the wall. I propped my bag on the floor at the door, taking off my coat and placing it along with the bag, and headed inside. Immediately, I could feel my forehead relax from its worrisome crease. Relief enveloped me. I guess he wasn’t entirely mad.
Every inch of the apartment was littered with candles. Red petals were only strewn across the hardwood floor. I finally peeled my eyes off the design and found Adam standing proudly in front of the dining table, two plates (still empty) and a bottle of wine ready.
“Do you like it?” Adam asked.
I was too tongue-tied at first. “I can’t believe you did this.”
“I thought you’d still be mad at me,” he said, walking towards me, seemingly as relieved as I felt.
“I thought the same.”
He chuckled. “I was thinking, also, that since I wanted you to be my Valentine, I could wait a day or two until you came back and we can have a moment together.”
I bit my bottom lip, suddenly extremely more self-aware. “Adam, I…I don’t know what to say.”
Adam stood before me, lifting a hand and stroking my lip where he accidentally hurt me. “I’m sorry for that,” he whispered.
I smiled. “I forgive you.”
Adam returned the smile, his hand cupping my neck. “I want you.”
“Adam,” I breathed, unable to keep an even pace, “you shouldn’t have done all of this. I’m still so confused. I don’t know what I want.”
“No, you do know. You’re probably waiting for him to tell you what you want. But I’m telling you right now, I. Want. You. And I don’t want to wait until you’re fucking ready, because some guy could come in and swoop you away from me. I want you. Right now. And I swear to you,” he placed his finger under my chin to tip my head upwards slightly, forcing me to look at him, “I swear to you, I will treat you amazingly. I may not be able to treat you like a princess, or a Queen, but I will love you like the crazy, funny, smart, beautiful, girl that you are. I will treat you like how a boyfriend should treat his girlfriend, because I. Love. You.”
As he stepped towards me, I stepped backwards until my back hit the wall. The lights from the candles fuzzing away in the background, turning into one large ember. I felt somewhat guilty though, because as Adam professed his love for me, I said nothing. Instead, I thought about the fact that I kissed Daniel, when I probably shouldn’t have. When I should have had a talk with Adam first. I couldn’t just keep my lips to myself, could I? I just had to go and make everything so complicated.
Adam stroked my cheek as he kissed a trail up and down my neck. I closed my eyes, feeling tingles take me captive. Each kiss tore away every thought of Daniel; every moment got blurrier; every touch, cold. When he got closer to my lips, my heart was beating harder and harder. My breaths, short and heavier.
“Adam,” I said, cutting him off, “I kissed Daniel.” I owed it to him, and myself, to tell him what happened.
Adam propped both his hands on the wall on either side of me, sighing. His lips curved up, eyes soft, he didn’t seem all too disappointed.
“Well then,” he said. “That’s a problem.”
“I know,” I looked down.
Adam placed his finger under my chin again, tipping my head up. “You can tell Daniel that I’m not going down without a fight.”
Adam grinned, and I smiled; he then brought his lips down. His kisses felt natural, warm and soft; yet hungry and dominantly his. As if all along, each kiss was riddled with our names. I was instantly hypnotised; or should I say lost?
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