Adrien.
It had taken every ounce of restraint I possessed not to go to her these past few days.
Every single day since the competition began, Maria had been on my mind, constantly, relentlessly, like a thought that refused to be pushed aside. No matter how much I tried to focus on the events unfolding around me, her face always found its way back into my thoughts.
Her voice.
Her scent.
The way her eyes lit up when she was angry or determined.
It drove me insane.
More than once, I had found myself walking halfway down the corridor that led to her room before forcing my feet to stop. I knew if I saw her, if I allowed myself to stand too close, I wouldn't be able to control what came next.
Because the truth was simple.
I wanted her.
Badly.
I wanted to feel her shiver beneath my touch, to see that stubborn fire in her eyes melt into something softer. I wanted her body trembling beneath mine, her breath catching as I showed her exactly who she belonged to.
