Adrian's POV
On the phone, I'd been so f*****g understanding.
But standing here in Lina's apartment, staring at her couch, those floor-to-ceiling windows, the bed half-hidden behind blue roses...
The entire space was saturated with her scent. Rain-washed jasmine everywhere. That intoxicating sweetness that clung to her skin, her hair, the hollow of her throat where I wanted to bury my face and never leave.
I wanted her. Badly.
Ethan had been right—once a man gets a taste, he becomes addicted.
I used to think of s*x as some corrupting drug, something that made you weak.
But after her? It became my sleep aid. My sanity. A biological necessity.
I wanted her kiss. Her waist in my hands. The heat and softness of her body beneath mine. I wanted to taste the salt on her
