Youre Addicted To Me Too
Lia stopped pretending she wasn't affected anymore.
That became impossible the second Adrian touched bare skin.
Because now—
every brush of his fingers felt deliberate.
Every glance lingered too long.
Every quiet confession settled somewhere deep enough to ruin her afterward.
And Adrian knew it.
God, he knew it.
"You have no idea how obsessed I am with every little response you give me."
The words stayed suspended between them while his thumb moved slowly against the skin at her waist.
Warm.
Careful.
Possessive enough to make her breathing uneven instantly.
Rain echoed softly against the penthouse windows while lightning flickered briefly across the room.
Adrian looked devastating in the low light.
Dark hair slightly messy now.
Black shirt wrinkled beneath her fingers.
Eyes fixed entirely on her like nothing else in the world existed anymore.
Lia swallowed carefully.
"You make obsession sound romantic."
A faint flicker crossed his face.
"With you, it is."
The honesty nearly hurt.
Because Adrian sounded sincere.
Not dramatic.
Like loving her too much had already become part of him.
His fingers slid slightly farther beneath the oversized shirt.
The movement stole her breath immediately.
Adrian noticed.
Of course he did.
A low sound escaped him softly.
Almost satisfaction.
Almost relief.
"You react so easily to me now."
Heat rushed violently through her chest.
"You say that like it's my fault."
"It is."
His eyes lowered briefly toward where his hand touched her waist.
Then slowly back to her face.
"You stopped fighting it."
The truth of that settled painfully deep inside her chest.
Because he was right.
Weeks ago, Lia would've panicked over every touch.
Now—
she leaned into them unconsciously.
Wanted them.
Waited for them.
And maybe realizing that terrified her more than Adrian's obsession itself.
Adrian studied her expression carefully.
Like he could see every thought crossing her mind.
"You're overthinking again."
"You make everything emotionally dangerous."
A quiet laugh escaped him.
Low.
Warm.
"You like dangerous."
Her pulse stumbled hard.
Because maybe—
maybe she did.
At least when it came to him.
Adrian's hand slid slowly around her waist fully now, pulling her closer until her body pressed completely against his.
The sudden closeness nearly destroyed her concentration.
Because Adrian felt solid.
Warm.
Safe in the most dangerous possible way.
His forehead rested lightly against hers again.
The intimacy of the gesture made her chest ache immediately.
"You know what I realized tonight?" he murmured softly.
Lia's throat felt dry.
"What?"
His fingers tightened slightly against her waist.
"I can't go back to pretending I don't need you."
The confession shattered straight through her remaining composure.
Because Adrian didn't sound ashamed.
He sounded exhausted by the truth.
Like dependency irritated him—
but losing her terrified him more.
Lia stared at him quietly.
"You really mean things when you say them."
"Yes."
No hesitation.
Never hesitation.
His honesty wrapped tighter and tighter around her heart every time.
Adrian's eyes moved slowly across her face.
Focused.
Careful.
Like he still couldn't fully believe she chose him back.
Then softly—
almost disbelieving—
"You admitted wanting me."
Heat spread instantly through her chest.
"You keep bringing that up."
"Because I haven't recovered from it yet."
God.
Her heartbeat physically hurt now.
Because Adrian sounded genuinely affected by her feelings.
Like hearing she wanted him mattered more than everything else combined.
Lia's fingers loosened slightly against his chest before sliding upward toward the collar of his shirt.
Another mistake.
The second she touched his throat lightly—
Adrian's eyes closed briefly.
A sharp breath escaped him.
His control visibly cracked another inch.
"You touch me like you're trying to ruin me on purpose."
Her voice barely worked.
"Maybe you're just dramatic."
Adrian opened his eyes slowly.
The look in them nearly destroyed her emotionally.
"No," he said quietly.
"You're just becoming addictive."
The silence afterward felt heavy enough to drown in.
Because Adrian looked completely serious.
Not flirting.
Not exaggerating.
Like every second she spent close to him only made him want more.
His hand moved slowly higher against her back beneath the shirt.
Warm palm spreading carefully across bare skin.
The touch sent another shiver through her instantly.
Adrian noticed immediately.
His jaw tightened sharply.
"There," he whispered roughly.
"That."
Lia's pulse hammered violently.
"What?"
"You shiver every time I touch you under my shirt."
The possessiveness hidden inside those words wrapped tightly around her spine.
My shirt.
God.
Everything sounded intimate coming from him now.
Adrian leaned slightly closer, his nose brushing softly against hers.
"You know what the worst part is?"
Her throat felt dry again.
"What?"
His eyes lowered toward her mouth.
Lingering.
Hungry in the quietest possible way.
"I think you're addicted to me too."
The truth hit so hard she physically stopped breathing.
Because somewhere along the way—
without realizing it—
Adrian Monteverde had become the first thing she looked for in every room.
And maybe the scariest part?
He already knew.