Adrian's POV
When Ash pressed his lips to mine, I froze. Yet, as he deepened the kiss, exploring my mouth with gentle persistence, I could no longer remain unmoved. Slowly, I melted into his rhythm, my hands instinctively threading through his hair. My heart thundered in my chest, and my mind raced as I savored the softness of his lips.
Three days ago, when my father declared he would accompany me to and from work, I thought he was joking. But the next morning, as I prepared to leave, he was ready as well. We walked side by side to the office, sat together through endless meetings, and even shared our meals. Ash's messages and calls arrived, but with my father always present, I couldn't respond. By the time I finally had a moment alone, it was already late at night, and I chose not to disturb Ash, thinking he must be asleep. I told myself I would reach out the next day, but I kept postponing it, letting one day blur into the next.
