Chapter 210: No Regrets
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His smile was slow and radiant, the kind that crinkled the corners of his eyes and made my heart do that ridiculous flip it always did around him.
He leaned in to kiss me again, soft and lingering this time, without any heat behind it, just comfort and quiet affection. When he pulled away, he tucked a damp strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering against my skin.
"Good," he murmured. "Because you were incredible. So fascinating when you let go like that. I’ve never seen anything better."
Heat crept back into my cheeks, but it was a warmer kind this time, less frantic. I buried my face into his chest again, listening to the steady thump of his heart slowing beneath my ear.
His hand slid up my back in smooth, soothing strokes, tracing my spine as if he was mapping me all over again, committing every inch to his memory. I melted into it, tension I hadn’t even realized I was holding seeping out of me with each pass of his palm.
We lay in silence for a while, just breathing together, the room quiet except for the faint creak of the house settling and the soft rustle of sheets whenever one of us moved.
Adrien’s fingers eventually found their way into my hair, combing through the tangles gently, carefully working out the knots without pulling. Every now and then, he’d drop a kiss on the top of my head or my forehead, or even the tip of my nose, like he simply couldn’t help himself.
It was almost mind-blowing, how this person I once thought was the literal spawn of Satan sent to torment me was being so... intimate with me.
"You’re shaking a little," he said eventually, his voice low and concerned. He pulled the quilt higher around my shoulders, tucking it carefully before wrapping his arms back around my waist. "Cold?"