Page 79 of Hashtag Holidate
We moved to the bed slowly, taking time to explore and relish. This wasn’t the desperate fucking of our first time or the hungry reclamation of the cabin. This was something else entirely—a conversation conducted in touches and sighs, in the press of skin against skin and the soft sounds of pleasure.
Adrian lay back against the quilt, legs parted, eyes wide and dark with want but also trust. Trust I didn’t take lightly.
I took my time prepping him—tracing every line of him, coaxing him open with slow fingers and slick warmth. Teasing and tantalizing until he couldn’t remember his own fucking name.
I didn’t rush it. Didn’t want to. There was something sacred about it, the way Adrian’s body gave way to mine inch by inch, the way he gasped when I curved my finger just right, when I kissed the inside of his thigh like it was something meant to be tasted, savored.
“You always this thorough?” he asked, voice wrecked and teasing.
“Only when it matters,” I murmured, twisting my wrist just enough to make him shudder.
His breathy whimper made my cock leak and my balls tighten. I felt like I was halfway there just from edging him. “Jesus fuck. You’re gonna make me come just watching you,” I admitted in a low growl.
By the time I was ready to press inside his body, he was soft and flushed and ready for me—his breath shaky, his hands clenching the sheets, his whole body humming with need.
I paused, one hand on his hip, the other cupping his jaw. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“Better than okay,” he said, eyes searching mine. “Just… don’t stop touching me.”
Never planned to.
When I finally moved inside him, both of us slick with sweat and shaking with need, it felt like coming home. Not to a place but to a person.
“Stay,” I whispered against Adrian’s neck as he moved beneath me, his hands gripping my shoulders like I was his anchor. “Stay with me.”
“I’m here,” he gasped, misunderstanding. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I meant more than just tonight, and I think he knew it. The words hung between us as we moved together, building toward something that felt too big for my small apartment, too real for the careful distance I’d been trying to maintain.
When Adrian cried out my name as he came, arching beneath me with an abandon that stole my breath, I followed him over the edge with an intensity that left me shaking. We collapsed togetherin a tangle of limbs and racing hearts, both too overwhelmed to speak.
Later, as he dozed against my chest, I stared at the ceiling and tried to process what had happened. Not just the sex—though that had been incredible—but the shift in what this was between us. The way he’d looked at me, confided in me, responded to me. Like I was something precious and trustworthy instead of convenient and fleeting.
His phone buzzed from somewhere in the pile of discarded clothes, probably another message from his manager or a notification about his social media. But he didn’t move to check it, just burrowed deeper against my side with a soft sigh.
I’d planned to keep my distance, to enjoy whatever this was while it lasted without getting attached. But right now, with Adrian Hayes sleeping in my bed, wearing nothing but my old flannel sheets and the scent of our lovemaking, I realized I’d failed spectacularly.
I was already attached. Already imagining mornings that started with his sleep-warm body against mine, evenings that ended with his laughter filling my quiet apartment.
Already dreading the day he’d realize Legacy and I weren’t enough for him.
The snow continued to fall outside my windows, the flakes randomly catching the sparse moonlight. In a few hours, the town would wake up to another perfect winter morning, and Adrian would probably remember all the reasons why staying was impossible.
But for now, he was here. Real and warm andmine, even if it was only temporary.
I tightened my arms around him and tried not to think about tomorrow.
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ADRIAN
I woke up in stages—firstto the sensation of warmth, then to the soft rasp of the world’s scratchiest sheets against my skin, and finally to the realization that it was Maddox Sullivan’s chest hair tickling my cheek in the most perfect way imaginable.
Snow fell steadily outside the bedroom window, muffling the sounds of Legacy waking up. The only noise was the distant hum of the hardware store’s ancient heating system and Maddox’s steady breathing beneath my ear. His arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me against him like I might disappear if he loosened his grip.
