Entangled Promises

Adrian's lips were warm and insistent against mine, his hands firm yet cautious on my waist. 

I felt a confusing mix of emotions swirl within me—rage, grief, and a surprising hint of something else I didn't want to name. 

He felt delicate against my body as I held him closer, refusing to let go and try to signal Rosa to leave as soon as possible.

I could feel he wanted to pull away and have the small moment to stare into my eyes and see if I was being genuine, but I wasn't going to give him the chance to see I was just pretending.

He grabbed my ass and I almost hit him but I knew I couldn't keep kissing him.

I was already disgusted.

I pulled back first, the taste of him lingering on my lips. My breath came quick, and my mind raced. His piercing eyes searched mine, their intensity making it impossible to look away. 

"Maria," he said, his voice low and rough, almost vulnerable. "I can't keep this to myself anymore."