Page 33 of Lost Summer
I took the mug from her, our fingers touching briefly, my eyes never leaving hers. “Thank you. You look so beautiful in the morning, Adele.”
Her cheeks flushed at my words, a delicate pink that only enhanced her natural beauty. She sat down on the bed beside me, her thigh pressing against mine, sending a wave of heat through my body.
“You know, morning sex is so underrated,” I murmured, my voice low and husky. I reached out to trace the curve of her jaw, my fingers lingering on her skin.
Adele’s breath hitched, her eyes darkening with desire. “Is that so?” she whispered.
I nodded, my heart pounding as I leaned in to capture her lips in a fierce kiss. Her taste was intoxicating, a heady mixture of sweetness and passion that left me craving more. I tugged at the belt of her robe, the silky fabric sliding open to reveal her naked form. I drank in the sight of her, my eyes tracing every curve and line of her body.
She was perfection, a goddess brought to life, and I couldn’t get enough of her.
I ran my hands over her smooth skin, feeling the heat of her body beneath my fingertips. She let out a soft moan, her headfalling back as I pressed my lips to the pulse point on her throat. I could feel her heart racing, the steady beat echoing my wild pulse.
Adele rocked against me, her head rolling forward as she sank her mouth onto my shoulder, biting and nibbling as my thumb circled her clit. “God, you’re so good at this,” Adele moaned, picking up speed as her hips thrust against me.
“Mmm,” I mumbled, moving my hand to stroke myself. I gripped the shaft, and Adele met my fist with her tightness, easing herself onto me as I let out a groan. “Fuckkkkkk.” We locked our mouths together again, feeling starved of love, as our tongues danced together, and I tightly gripped her smooth ass. Her legs wrapped around me, her mouth leaving mine as she gasped, reaching down to touch herself. I lifted her up and down my shaft, watching as she lost control, her breathing ragged, her lips curled into a lust-filled smile. “Come for me, baby.” Adele swallowed, and I picked up speed, thrusting into her with deep, long strokes as her fingers circled her clit. “Oh my God!” Adele mumbled, throwing her head back as her body stiffened, cries of passion and ecstasy filling the room. I dropped my mouth on her nipple, sucking softly as my teeth grazed the bud. “Your turn,” Adele breathed, her eyes locking on mine. “I love you inside of me.”
“I love you,” I whispered back, her mouth claiming mine as I emptied myself into her, my cries dulled by her mouth.
“I love you, too,” Adele mumbled.
Afterwards, we lay in each other’s arms, our breaths slowly returning to normal. Adele traced lazy patterns on my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. I could have stayed like that forever, lost in the warmth of her embrace, the soft scent of her hair filling my senses.
But reality had a way of intruding on even the most perfect moments.
Adele sighed softly, her fingers stilling on my chest. “When will you tell Elena?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
I tensed, the mention of Elena’s name like a bucket of cold water dumped over my head. I didn’t want to think about her, not when I was here with Adele or when everything felt right.
“I’ll see her later,” I commented, my voice tight.
Adele looked up at me, her eyes filled with uncertainty. “You promise?”
I nodded, cupping her cheek in my hand. “I promise. I’ll end things with her, Adele. I can’t be with anyone else when I’m in love with you.”
Adele buried her face in my chest. I held her close, my arms wrapped around her, feeling her body shake with emotion. I knew that this wasn’t going to be easy and that there would be obstacles and challenges along the way. But I also knew that I couldn’t live without Adele in my life—not again.
As we lay there, lost in each other’s embrace, I made a silent vow to do whatever it took to keep her by my side. No matter what the cost, no matter what the consequences, I would fight for our love—for our future together.
Because nothing was more important to me than Adele—my lost summer girl, my one true love.
17
ADELE
Later that day, I stared out the window, daydreaming about seeing Ted that evening. The sun cast a warm glow over the cityscape, painting the sky with soft hues of orange and pink. The distant hum of traffic clashed with the usual cacophony of the newsroom, making my head throb. But then butterflies erupted in my stomach at the memory of Ted’s smile. I tried my best to look unhappy, to maintain the facade that nothing extraordinary had happened. But the truth was, everything had changed.
An email pinged up on my screen, the dreaded [email protected] telling me another scoop must’ve come in. I sighed, grabbing my trusty notepad and pen before striding to her office. Nothing could burst my bubble today, not even that miserable witch.
Evelyn pouted when I walked in, scrutinising me with her hawk-like gaze. I didn’t care about my creased shirt—I spent half an hour in bed with Ted instead of ironing. Evelyn glared her disapproval at me before clearing her throat. To her right sat a young girl; she must’ve been around eighteen, and already, she had lip fillers and a boob job. Her jet-black hair was styled inloose curls, her eyes were heavily lined with kohl, and her lashes were so long they cast shadows on her cheeks. She was dressed in a tight-fitting top that left little to the imagination, and her skirt was so short it barely covered her thighs. She looked like a doll, plastic and perfectly manufactured.
“Tell her what you told me. Record this, Adele, put your bloody pad away!” Evelyn snapped, waving her hand in the air.
I reached for my tape recorder, clicking the record button as the girl nodded, pursing her plump lips together. They were so full they looked like they might burst, shiny and slick with gloss.
“So, Elena is pregnant.”
I waited, but nothing else left the rubbery lips that pulled into a weird smile, almost like she wanted a round of applause.
