THE WRONG MATE (One month of lies)
I breathed, vulnerability pooling between us.
He looked at me then, really looked and something flickered in his expression, a decision being made. Before I could voice my thoughts, he leaned in. Gradually, deliberately, allowing me the chance to turn away. But I stayed rooted, unable to pull back.
The kiss was brief, a soft brush of lips that spoke volumes—the lingering question of what could be, a fleeting goodbye that felt more like a promise in its own right.
When he pulled back, silence spoke for us, heavy with unvoiced thoughts. Adrien closed his eyes as if wrestling with regret or fearing what the kiss might signify. When he opened them again, the stark vulnerability had dissipated, h
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