Mend (Care Duet, #2)

17 | mend miscommunication

THE NEXT FEW days went by and they were full of laughs, flirting, and fun. Avelina hadn't smiled as much as she did in a very long while. She was loving every moment and finally began to feel like herself again. The best part of it all was that Adrik was perfect. He always made sure she ate, he would run her bath every night, and never was too busy to spend time with her.

Avelina had just gotten out of the bath and was laying down on the bed, patiently waiting for Adrik to get out of the shower. The fireplace was going, and the soft classical music of Beethoven could be heard since Adrik played it on the house's speakers that were attached to the ceiling of every room.

Not too soon after, Adrik stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Avelina couldn't help but look up at his body, taking in his deliciously defined abs and chest. Her thighs squeezed together to conceal anything from seeping through her panties.

"You are not sleeping," he pointed out, walking toward the closet where the light turned on automatically at his entrance.

"No, I'm not," she said.

Biting down on her lip, she stared at the closet, even though he was no longer in sight.

"Adrik," she called.

He poked his head out from the closet with a raised brow. She grabbed a few pillows from the bed and placed them behind her so she could sit up without using much strength.

"Um..." she muttered. "You look good?"

Immediately, she wanted to jump down a hole and never come back up. His brows furrowed as he continued to look at her in complete confusion.

"Okay," he said, disappearing back into the closet.

"Wait," she called again.

This time, he stopped what he was doing and walked back into the room with a towel still wrapped around him. He walked over to the bed and sat down right beside Avelina where he placed his palm over her head.

"Are you feeling sick?" he wondered.

"What? No," she muttered, pushing his hand away.

"Okay," he said, getting up. Before he could begin walking away, Avelina grasped his hand.

There was a tingling ache buried right between her thighs. It only grew drastically as she held onto his hand and her eye contact heavily remained locked onto his. Her gaze dropped down his body, taking in the water that was doing its best to cling onto his skin but couldn't help rolling down every muscle. As she looked at it, she couldn't help the pang in her chest as the water rolled down into the towel. She couldn't believe she was actually jealous of water.

"Adrik..."

"Avelina."

She took a deep breath and pulled him down so he was closer to her and she brought her lips up to kiss him. She let all of her lustful desires out into the kiss, allowing him to massage his lips against her own. She moaned against him once he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth just before engulfing her neck with his hand.

Avelina found herself getting even more wet with each passing second. She grabbed ahold of his other hand and moved it down until it was directly at her aching core. He quickly grasped what she wanted based on the wetness that was now kissing the pad of his finger and began to rub up and down her slit. He found her clit and massaged it soothingly and immediately jolts of pleasure climbed up her body, leaving her to pant.

He slid her shorts down, leaving her in just her panties while never breaking the kiss. Slowly he pulled away to trail butterfly kisses down from her lips to her chin, to the left side of her neck where he sucked her skin into his mouth just before slightly biting down. Her eyes shut as a sigh of satisfaction moved past her lips. He let his tongue glide up from her neck to just behind her ear where a chill ran down her spine.