Holding him the best I can, taking him all the way up to his apartment was probably the most strenuous activity I've ever done in my life. Why is he so damn heavy. What kind of water is this man drinking.
7th floor apartment? But it's just his apartment. That entire floor, is his. I need to stop being surprised like this because of course this whole building is his. It's not even an apartment it's a whole fucking condo. C O N D O.
This is embarrassing I need to stop acting like I haven't seen places like in this in real life.
"My room's upstairs" he muttered through his ragged breathing. I'm sorry, did he say room? Like Adam King's bedroom?
With his arm still over my shoulder I stopped in my tracks. "Yeah no, I helped you all the way here you can go to your room yourself".
He looked up at me with his gleaming chocolate brown eyes, as if I said something offensive to his whole bloodline. He let out a small grunt.
"Ugh fuck" he muttered again. Yeah okay I got the hint. "Okay fine, but after that I'm leaving" I could see a small smirk form in the corner of his lips. Did I just see this asshole smile?
Helping him up the contemporary staircase felt like I was in the olympics. I miss one step I could loose an entire leg. Step by step we both walked upstairs. I could tell he was trying his best not to put all his weight on me but somehow this man felt thrice the size of me. Well fair enough I could take a whole Uber from one side of his shoulder to the other.
Four, maybe five rooms upstairs? I didn't have time to snoop around as he gently led me to his bedroom.
Well...
This whole room couldn't be more damn obvious that it's his. Hints of black and grey, contemporary... cement style? With his bed facing a massive glass overlooking a city view. I was in awe. It must be nice to be this rich. Better yet, he's living here all by himself? All of this? Just to himself? Ugh selfish prick.
He finally let go of me and walked to his bed and sat on the edge, gently taking off his leather jacket. His huffing like breathing getting louder as he started to lift his mess of a shirt.
Oh
I should not be here.
My eyes widened at the sight in front of me, ridiculously and quite obviously shifting my gaze uncomfortably everywhere around the room but at Adam.
It looks like he can't even use his other hand, using just one to take off his shirt. Oh my god why am I standing here like that mike wazowski meme. I really should go.
"Antheia..." he gently called for me, as if he wasn't just trying to beat a guy to death almost an hour ago. I sheepishly looked at him just for our eyes to meet.
Don't look anywhere other than his face you dumb ass. Am I making it too obvious that I can clearly his see shirtless body right now? This man is clearly in pain and I'm just thinking if his abs? Wait why is he so ripped? No really what was the reason for Adam to be this ripped? His abs are strangely too defined?
Stop fucking looking you thirsty cow.
"Um yes- yeah?" God I am struggling, I'm looking everywhere around the room right now but his face.
"The med kit... it's in the bathroom. Could you get on me?"
Fucking Pardon?
"WHAT?"
He furrowed his eyebrows, looking at me with a confused gaze
"Could you get it for me?".... "get what?"
"The med kit, in the bathroom". He winced, grabbing the side of his waist.
Hey god, I'm heading up there in a bit. Bet that was real fucking funny wasn't it? Of all the times to be a dumb bitch it had to be today. What is wrong with me, a man needs medical help and It's getting x rated in my head? I'm going to HELL.
I walked into his bathroom which is probably bigger than my entire apartment. A separate bathtub? A whole ass tv. I'm so? Jealous? Maybe I can poison him right now and take over his apartment.
I rummaged through the Myriad of cabinets for the so called med kit, and finally found the mediocre white box with the big painted Red Cross in the center.
Taking it over to him I could see the rays of the setting sun bask on his skin, painting him golden. He looked up to meet my gaze once more. The brown of his eyes glisten along with the sun.
I felt my heart drop. He's so beautiful.
I gently walked over to him and handed him the med kit. If I stay here any longer I'm going to lose it.
He looked up at me longingly as he took the med kit from me.
Ugh fuck. Of course he can't use both his hands.
"I'm starting to think you see me as a nurse" he gently chuckled, doing something to my heart every time I see this man smile. Please go back to frowning, it's confusing me otherwise.
" I can hire you as my actual nurse, you take good care of me". He gave me a warm smile, just as warm as the sun he was being bathed in.
Oh good god I have to touch his bare skin, I feel like a prude.
I sat next to him on the bed, figuring out the bandages and what I should apply on his clearly bruised ribs? Waist? Oh my god what do I do he needs actual medical help not a clueless anxious college student.
I could feel his eyes still on me from my peripheral vision. Making me even more anxious as I go through the med kit.
"You know you don't always have to resort to violence" I added, internally smirking assuming i just made the smart ass comment of the century.
He let out a gentle chuckle.
There it is.
That side of Adam i didn't think i'd get to see again. He was beautiful to look at when he was frowning like it's the world war, but when he's calm and smiling it's a whole other story. It makes one melt into a puddle and forget what century they're in. That one is me. It's me.
"He had it coming"
"Sure" I rolled my eyes, slowly applying a bandage on his wounded area. I'm not even sure if i'm supposed to. If he gets an infection and dies in three days he better not haunt me because this is exactly what he asked for.
I just need to do this and dip. And dip FAST. it'll only take a minute or two it's fine, it's okay. It's all good.
However, it was not good.
I felt the hair on my skin raise when I felt a the warmth of his skin tuck my hair behind my ear. I quickly shot back to meet his gaze. He looked concerned, completely focused on me. His eyebrows slightly furrowed. It was silent again, all around us. My mind went completely blank.
His hand then snakes behind my waist, grabbing me tightly as If his life depended on it. He pulled me closer to him although I don't even know how he pulled that off considering we're both sitting on a bed.
Silence.
Nothing but the drumming sound of my heart. Can he feel that too?
His eyes were studying mine, a small but comforting smile forming on his lips. "Where were you all this time?" he whispered.
Although it was a question directed at me, it felt rhetorical. Much like he was asking himself instead.
"Uh-i-" I was lost for words, lost in his eyes. His now concerned gaze locked onto me.
I felt my whole body weaken, My heard furiously beat to the extent it was ringing in my ears.
A second? A minute?
But that was all that it took for him to lean close to me. "You seem to avoid me a lot" he whispered once more, his tone was almost husky. I could feel my cheeks warm up. My entire body acting up once again at his presence. I'm so over it, get it together.
"No- no i don't" i struggled to reply. That was the truth, i do avoid him. That's because i just can't explain why i feel like this with him. You know how your body gives you a message before your brain connects the dots? well can mine connect faster?
His eyes continued to study mine, taking in all of me as if he was starving.
He gently exhaled.
"Then let me be around you Antheia Gray"
No thoughts, head empty.
My brain is just a 404 error message. Hearing him say my name gave me goosebumps, which i hope he didn't notice. I do not want him recognizing how i feel for him at all.
How i feel for him?
"W-" of all the times my mouth run amok with no filter. This is the moment it runs dry?
He was just an inch away from me, enough that i can feel his warmth. I could feel the breathing from his nose.
Landing his soft lips on mine, the warmth of his palm cupping my cheek while the other still grabbing onto my waist. His palms are so big, my entire face just fits right in while he could grab an entire part of my waist, pulling me closer to him until I could feel his warmth radiate off him.
As if grabbing me wasn't enough. he kissed me deeper and deeper, not letting me go.
No.
What am I doing?
I placed both my hands on his chest. His hard chest, breaking myself free from him, pushing him away from me.
"I...I need to go. I'll call help for you... I need to go"
"Antheia-"
I didn't wait a second longer, running out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I could hear faint sounds like hustling of his feet soon before a lard thud followed by what seems to be tumbling? "Fuck" along with annoyed grunts were the last I heard before I left his place. Oh god did he fall? Is he okay?
I stopped on my tracks, i shot back. Debating to run back up to help him, what if he's hurt? Every part of me wanted to.
No why do I care, I need to go home.