My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}-Chapter 162: The Kiss That Changed Everything
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Adrien’s eyes fluttered closed for what felt like forever, like he was gathering every last bit of courage within him. Meanwhile, I stood there, so incredibly close that I could actually feel his warmth and the uneven rhythm of his breaths brushing against my skin.
The hallway seemed to shrink around us, with the distant sounds of the house fading away until it was just the two of us, caught in that fragile, electric silence. My heart was pounding so hard that I thought he could hear it, could feel it, since the space between us felt alive, charged with anticipation, aching.
Then, his lashes opened, and those green eyes locked onto mine with a raw intensity that usually took the breath right out of my lungs.
"Okay then," he murmured, his voice low and rough, almost like he was giving in to whatever it was that was weighing him down. "You asked for it."
Before I could even take a breath or collect my thoughts, his hands were on me...strong and decisive, completely different from the tentative touches we had shared before. In one smooth move, he caught my waist, turned me, and pressed me against the cool wallpaper of the hallway.
I was squeezed between the hard wall and his even harder warmth. A soft gasp escaped me as my shoulders met the surface, and I instinctively tilted my head back to hold his gaze.
He towered over me, broader than I had ever allowed myself to acknowledge during the day, and for a fleeting moment, I was thrown back to that daydream at Gigi’s house, the one I tried to bury and pretend never happened...where he had pinned me just like this. In my imagination, it felt like a not-so-safe fantasy that would never happen in real life.
But this was real. This was happening.
Wait... does this mean—?
The question exploded in my mind, frantic and in disbelief, as heat rushed to my cheeks and raced down my spine. Was he really going to—?
His hands rose slowly, deliberately, cradling my face with a tenderness that felt almost sacred against the storm of everything else. His thumbs glided along my cheekbones, so light as if he were memorizing me, and I could see the war still flickering in his eyes, the conflict and longing along with a resolve that had finally won.
He leaned in closer, our foreheads nearly touching again, and the scent of him, the scent of clean soap mixed with something warmer that was uniquely Adrien, wrapped around me like a promise.
Then his mouth found mine.
The first touch of his lips was soft, almost tentative, a question without words. But the moment I parted my lips on a shaky breath, the kiss deepened into something fierce and consuming that almost made my knees buckle. His mouth moved over mine with a hunger that felt like it had been years in the making, starting slow but growing more urgent and desperate, as if he had been holding back for too long and the dam had finally burst.
One hand slid from my cheek to the nape of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair to tilt my head just right, while the other pressed against the small of my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us, just heat and heartbeats and the dizzying slide of his lips.
Nothing in this world could have ever prepared me for something like this. His lips were warm and firm, tasting lightly of mint and something deeper, like all the words he had never said. He coaxed my mouth open wider, and when his tongue brushed against mine in a slow, deliberate way, a helpless sound escaped from the back of my throat, muffled against him.
Oh my God, perhaps I was dreaming!
The kiss deepened, languid yet burning all at once, creating a rhythm that felt like it was pulling every secret we had ever hidden out into the open. My hands, which were frozen by shock, finally moved on their own, one sliding up the firm plane of his chest to grasp the soft cotton of his shirt, the other finding its way to the back of his neck, holding on as if letting go might wake me from this dream. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
I wanted to push him away, I wanted to pull him closer.
My brain was scrambled beyond belief.
He groaned softly into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me, sending sparks throughout my skin. The kiss shifted again, more urgent now, more possessive, as his body pressed even closer, the hard line of him against my softness making my head spin.
His fingers tightened in my hair, not painful, but grounding, keeping me right there with him as his lips claimed mine again and again, tasting, possessing, apologizing, confessing all without any words.
Time blurred, seconds melting into eternity, until he finally pulled back just enough for us to gasp for breath, though his forehead remained resting gently against mine, our noses brushing, lips still tingling from the contact. His eyes opened slowly, dark and hazy, searching mine with an almost delicate vulnerability that made my chest ache in a whole new way.
"Noah," he whispered, voice rough and barely audible, as if saying my name might break the spell we had fallen under. His thumb traced my lower lip, swollen now from the intensity of the kiss, and he swallowed hard, the inner conflict still there but softened by something warmer, something hopeful.
I couldn’t find my voice yet, could barely think my body buzzing with the aftershocks of him, my heart racing so fast that I was convinced he could feel it against his chest.
All I could do was stare up at him, lips parted, eyes wide, wondering how the boy who had once made my life a sort of quiet hell had just kissed me like I was the only thing in the world worth saving.
And with a dizzying rush of fear and longing, I couldn’t help but wonder would on earth come next after this.
Because, promise or not...this definitely changed everything.
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𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯’𝔰 𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰
took them long enough, amiright 😏
would this be classified as a slow burn if they have their first real kiss at Chapter 161 or...??
