chapter 3
Left wanting
Mila
I descended the staircase like a queen in her own empire, every step deliberate, every sway of my hips a silent declaration of power. Adams stood waiting, his eyes fixed on me with a hunger that told me he had been waiting for this moment all night. My cream colored dress clung to my skin like it was spun from me, framing me in the glow of a woman stepping into her prime.
At the edge of the stairs, he leaned casually against the wall, but his gaze gave away his intent. When I reached the last two steps, he straightened, extended his hand, and said with quiet authority, "May I, my lady?"
I gave him my hand, felt the warmth of his palm, and let him guide me down. Together, we crossed to the bar where glasses glittered in the low light and music throbbed softly around us.
"Want a drink?" he asked, his voice deep, already reaching for two.
"Yes, please," I answered, watching his lips curve as he handed me one.
We talked, laughed, lingered in each other's company until the space between us pulsed with unspoken need. Then, without asking, he took my hand again and led me away, down a quiet corridor, into his dorm. I hadn't known he lived there, but in that moment the thought barely mattered.
The door closed behind us, and I let myself fall back onto his bed. He bent over me, not kissing my lips, but inhaling me, breathing me in like I was something rare. His touch was deliberate, slow, as though he wanted to memorize the moment.
The thin strap of my dress slipped from my shoulder under his fingers. His mouth followed, hot and possessive, lips pressing into my skin, marking me with every kiss. I shivered, my body arching, trembling with both fear and desire.
I was a virgin. My body had never known a man's touch, but with him I was ready. Scared, yes, but open, aching for him to claim me.
A helpless sound broke free from my throat, soft at first and then trembling into the air. "Mmmhh… ahhh… Adams…" The moan escaped me, raw, needy, betraying just how ready I was.
INT. ADAMS' APARTMENT – NIGHT
The room hummed with tension. Adams' hands moved over me like he was trying to memorize every inch of my body, his fingers tracing from my collarbone downward, slow and deliberate, leaving fire in their wake. My breath hitched. Every nerve sparked alive, begging for more.
"Adams…" I gasped, his name tumbling from my lips in a fevered cry as my body arched toward him. Heat flooded me, urgent, consuming, uncontrollable.
Then, without warning, he pulled away. My body shuddered at the loss of him. He rose abruptly and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me trembling, confused, and still burning.
I sat there, stunned, heart pounding in my ears. Five long minutes crawled by before he returned. His shoulders were tense, his eyes conflicted.
"Uhmm… uhmm…" he stammered, words catching in his throat.
I swallowed hard, unsure whether to demand an explanation or hide my own humiliation. Instead, silence thickened between us until finally, he spoke, his voice low.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" I asked, my tone sharp, desperate for clarity.
"For… that."
"That?" My chest tightened.
He exhaled, avoiding my eyes. "I'm sorry I ran off like a fool. But I've got my own problem. So, if you could please… leave."
The words hit like a slap. His voice was harsh, unyielding.
Shock rippled through me. We weren't lovers, not even anything close to defined, so I had no right to ask more of him. Still, I felt the sting of betrayal.
I stood, gathering myself, though inside I was unraveling. Without a word, I slipped out, the echo of his rejection searing me as I made my way back to my dorm, still flushed, still aching, still hurt
Betrayal in the Garden
Back in my dorm, the silence crushed me. My roommates had all gone to the party, leaving me alone with the storm inside me. I held myself together for only a moment before the dam broke. I burst out sobbing, the sound raw and uncontrollable, my face buried in my hands. Tears burned down my cheeks until my eyes were swollen and red.
When the door finally banged open, my roommates stumbled in, laughing too loud, drunk and careless, their voices slurred into gibberish. I barely looked at them. I couldn't. My pain was too deep to share. I turned away, leaving them in their chaos, and collapsed into my bed. The sheets did nothing to soothe the ache in my chest.
Sleep refused me. My heart throbbed with betrayal, laced with a bitter hatred, not for Adams, not completely, but for the scene that had unraveled between us. Yet even through the tears, part of me still ached for him, still wanted him, and that made the hurt unbearable.
The snoring of two drunken adults beside me only sharpened the ache. Frustrated, restless, I slipped out into the night, seeking air, seeking escape.
The school garden was quiet when I arrived, the chill brushing against my skin as I walked. For fifteen minutes I wandered, lost in thought, until finally I sat on a public bench beneath the shadow of a sculpted grass statue. I stared at it blankly, my mind heavy, when a sound cut through the silence.
Moaning.
At first, I thought it was in my head, but no, the soft, rhythmic sounds drifted clearly through the night air. Heat curled low in my belly, shame mixing with curiosity. I shifted uneasily, ready to move away, when my eyes caught something near me on the ground.
A jacket.
I bent down, brushing dry grass and bits of dirt from it, trying to make sense of why it looked so familiar. As I shook it out, something slipped from the pocket. an ID card.
My breath stopped.
Adams.
I froze, staring at the name, at the photo I knew so well. The jacket, the one I had seen in his room before.
Dread clawed at me as the sounds grew louder. Slowly, I turned, my body trembling as though bracing for a blow.
And there he was.
Adams. On his knees between a girl's thighs, his mouth buried against her slick heat, sucking greedily at her clitoris. The girl's cries filled the night, sharp and desperate, while his hands held her open for him. His face glistened with her arousal, and yet, in the midst of his hunger, his eyes met mine.
For a second, time stopped.
My chest tightened, and the air left my lungs. I dropped the jacket, my fingers trembling so hard I could barely feel it slip away. The betrayal hit twice as hard, tearing me apart, and before he could speak or move, I turned and ran.
Tears blurred my vision, hot and relentless. My heart ached twice over now, once from rejection, and once from the sight of him devouring someone else so shamelessly, so passionately.
The garden swallowed my sobs as I fled, broken, with only the echo of her moans and his hungry mouth carved into my memory.
Back in the dorm, I collapsed on my bed. The laughter of my roommates faded into drunken snores, but my body would not rest. I pressed my face into the pillow, trembling, his touch still lingering on my skin even as the image of him with her burned into me.
I hated him. I wanted him. Both truths clawed at me, ripping me apart from the inside.
Sleep finally dragged me under in broken waves, but even in my dreams, I saw him. Adams, his mouth between my thighs, whispering my name before vanishing into the darkness.
When I woke, dawn was spilling into the room. My body was sore, my eyes swollen from tears, but one thought remained, heavy and undeniable.
This was not over.
Not for me. Not for Adams.