smile.
âYouâre a tough one, Sophie!â
I chuckled at the compliment.
âLike a stone,â I muttered with satisfaction, and leaned against the railing in front of him. The comment, somehow, had put me at ease. It seemed like I was finally getting through to him.
âIâd say youâre more like an egg,â he said, breaking the silence. âYou have a tough shell but youâre soft on the inside.â
My smile faded. âSoft on the inside?â I asked, appalled. âAn egg?â
âSophie,â he said, taking a step towards me, with an ardent smile and unmistakable body language. âSophie, I really like you,â he said, a little too close now.
âAdam, I think Iâve made myself pretty clear,â I said, sliding away from the sexual tension that seemed to radiate from his body.
âSophie,â he said again.
âPlease,â I begged, looking down at the floor. âDonât be so persistent.â
âYou didnât ask me about my resolution because you already knew the answer⦠Sophie.â I couldnât bring myself to look at him, afraid that I would give in. It was enough to keep myself standing. What would happen? How long before he showed his true self? What lay beyond this charming seduction? A single mantra reverberated through my mind: I will get hurt, I will get hurt, I will get hurt⦠and the disappointment will endure. But from the moment his car pulled up, I knew how that night would end. The ninety-nine per cent of me that was screaming ânoâ was powerless before the remaining one per cent. And so it had always been. There is nothing more deadly than desire. His pull was stronger than anything I had felt before and resistance was futile. The wall kept me on my feet. I was trembling now.
There was no hesitation: âI look at your lips and all I want to do is taste them.â His hand slides onto my hip. I hold it at bay to stop it from slinking around my waist.
âAdam, I canât do this.â
He swiftly took my hand around his waist, binding me to him.
âTell me why not. I donât know whatâs happened to you in the past, but I want to understand.â He was inches from my face, enveloping me with desire.
âPlease, Sophie, give in,â he muttered, lightly brushing my cheek. âYou wonât get hurt.â He was almost on my lips now. âAfter all, itâs New Year,â he added, with an elevating smile. That was the moment â I buckled.
In the next instant, his arms were clasped around me and his tongue was in my mouth. I sank into the whirlpool, clutching his body â out of instinct, out of necessity. Weightlessly, he carried me to my room. He tore off my clothes, kissing everything that he uncovered and nourishing the flame within. I needed him inside me. I began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, he slid out of it, followed by the remainder of his clothes. As he unveiled his body, I longed for him to touch me again, but I started to see a montage of images: images of him with different women. I stiffened up and recoiled, blocking the trickle of his fingers against my bare skin. As though he were reading my thoughts, he leant down and held my face in his hands.
âI always take precautions,â he said, holding a condom between his fingers. âI have regular tests and the women I see are carefully selected, with valid medical certificates.â
The passion withered and reality resumed.
âMaybe itâs bestââ I muttered, reaching for my t-shirt.
âNo, no, no.â He started kissing me gently, caressing my face, my neck, my shoulders. His lips fluttered over my skin. âI swear, Iâm clean,â he said, pressing his forehead against mine, gasping for breath.
âSophie, I want you so badly.â
All of my uncertainty disappeared as his fingers drifted lower. Before I knew it, I was in the raptures of