They were still in her office, though Ariana had chosen a different seat than before.
On the couch, Adrian sat with his arms gently wrapped around her waist.
There were plenty of places to sit, but in the rush of emotions, that soft, stolen kiss had made them forget everything. Somehow, Ariana had ended up in his lap, like it was always meant to be.
With her head resting on his shoulder, she whispered, "What does this make us?" Her voice was as soft as a breeze, brushing warmly against his ears.
Adrian pulled her a little closer, his breath slow and steady. "I guess we're lovers now," he said. "But only if you want it too. I won't hold you to anything."
Then he gently lifted her chin, making her meet his eyes. "But whatever you decide," he said firmly, "don't shut me out again."
A small, helpless smile tugged at Ariana's lips. "It's not like I wanted to," she murmured. "I just didn't know how to face you… everything felt so confusing."
