SWNOVELXO Chapter 8: Chapter Eight
A Moment of Weakness
Lila awoke slowly, her head heavy, as if her mind was wrapped in a thick fog. The room around her was dark, and for a moment, she couldn't quite remember where she was. The familiar buzz of the city outside drifted through the cracks in the window, but there was an eerie silence in the room. She shifted slightly, feeling the soft rustle of fabric against her skin and the cool sheets beneath her.
Her senses were still dull, sluggish, as if her body was unwilling to cooperate with her brain. But there was something else, something that didn't quite feel right. Her pulse quickened, an odd warmth spreading through her, but it wasn't the kind of warmth she was used to. It was a deeper, more primal heat—a hunger that she couldn't quite place.
Lila squinted, trying to focus through the haze in her mind. She was in a bed, but not her bed. The smell of fresh linen mixed with something more masculine, something unfamiliar.
A low breath escaped her lips, and she realized there was someone beside her. Her heart skipped a beat, the world around her spinning for a moment. Her mind immediately reached for Caleb,the one she had wanted to see, the one she had hoped would be here to make things right between them.
The thought of him brought a rush of conflicting emotions—anger, sadness, and longing. Her fingertips brushed the cool skin beside her, tracing over the warm body next to hers. The smoothness of his chest under her hand seemed familiar, and without thinking, she shifted closer, feeling the soft rise and fall of his breathing. Her mind wasn't entirely clear, and the drugs still held a tight grip on her senses. But there was a magnetic pull, a desire that seemed to ignite from deep within her.
Her hand slid up, her fingers grazing over the fabric of his shirt, then to the warmth of his chest. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palm, and for a brief moment, her thoughts swirled with confusion and an aching emptiness. She missed the tenderness she once thought she had with Caleb. Maybe he had come to apologize, to explain himself. Maybe he was here to make things right, to make her feel whole again.
But the softness of his chest, the way he didn't pull away from her touch, made her wonder if something had shifted in this moment. She could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy, and despite the confusion clouding her mind, a part of her wanted to reach for it. The tension between them was almost palpable, a silent invitation that her body responded to, though her mind could not catch up.
As she traced the contours of his chest, her fingers lightly brushed across something—hard, unexpected. Her hand froze, confusion flickering across her face. This wasn't Caleb's body. It couldn't be. The man beside her was not the one she'd been longing for.
Before she could pull away, the man shifted, and she looked up into the silver eyes of Adrian. Her heart skipped, then stuttered.
For a moment, neither of them moved. The silence stretched between them, heavy and uncertain. The confusion in her eyes mirrored his own—both of them uncertain, trying to make sense of the tangled web they found themselves in.
Adrian's breath was shallow, and his body was tense. There was something raw in the way he looked at her, something intense. Lila's confusion deepened as she tried to understand what had just happened. His presence filled the room, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was... magnetic. Her mind scrambled, trying to find a coherent thought as her body reacted without permission, an undeniable tension rising between them.
He spoke softly, almost cautiously, as if testing the waters. "Lila... What are you doing?" His voice was hushed, deep, and laced with something she couldn't name, something that made her stomach tighten.
Lila's heart pounded. She didn't know what was happening, didn't know what she wanted—her mind and body were in a conflict she couldn't resolve. The haze of the drug made it harder to think straight, but there was an undeniable pull between them, something she hadn't felt in years.
Her breath caught in her throat as she found herself leaning toward him, a force beyond her control. The moment stretched, and she found herself kissing him, their lips meeting with a soft urgency, as if the kiss was the only thing that made sense in that moment.
The kiss was slow, hesitant at first, as if they were both testing each other, feeling the boundaries between them shift. Adrian didn't pull away; instead, his hands settled lightly on her waist, his touch gentle but firm. His lips brushed against hers, sending a spark of warmth through her chest.
The kiss deepened, both of them moving instinctively, caught up in the pull between them. Adrian was careful—controlled, yet there was an intensity in the way his hands wandered, the way he pulled her closer. Lila's pulse raced, her body leaning into him as she sought comfort in the heat between them. At that point She had let go of all inhibitions and she wasn't thinking she just wanted,needed to quench this desire that was burning in her.
Adrian's eyes darkened with a mixture of desire and something else—something deeper. Slowly, carefully, he cupped her face in his hands, as if afraid she might slip away.
The moment their lips met, it wasn't urgent. It wasn't desperate. It was a quiet connection, a recognition of something more than just physical attraction. His kiss was gentle at first, as if he was testing the waters, sensing her hesitation. But Lila responded, her hands moving to his chest, feeling the strong, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Her fingers splayed against the fabric of his shirt, desperate to pull him closer, to close the distance between them.
They both moved together, the kiss deepening, slow and tender. It was as if time had stretched out, allowing them to savor each other, to discover the way their bodies and hearts responded to the other. Adrian's hands slid down her back, his touch light but firm, grounding her in the moment. Lila felt the tension in his muscles, the way he seemed to be holding back, trying to respect her boundaries even as he wanted to pull her closer.
When they finally broke apart, it wasn't because they were done—it was because they both needed to breathe. Their foreheads rested against each other, their breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. Adrian's hands trembled as he cupped the back of her neck, his thumb gently stroking the skin there. Lila closed her eyes, letting herself lean into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hands, the strength in his fingers, and the tenderness in the way he held her.
For a moment, they said nothing. There was no need. Everything they felt—every unspoken word, every quiet yearning—was conveyed in the touch of their hands, in the silence between their words.
And then, as if it were inevitable, Adrian leaned down, his lips grazing her neck, a soft sigh escaping his mouth. Lila's breath hitched, the sensation of his lips against her skin sending a wave of warmth through her body. She closed her eyes, letting herself be lost in the feeling. She could feel him, his body against hers.
She gave him permission and he lifted her dress then he was inside her,she was matching his rhythm,their hearts beating in time, the world outside fading away.