Page 43 of Care: Part 1

She moved to get off of him, but his grip on her leg had tightened as he pulled her right back to where she was. When her eyes met his once more, she saw the promise that circled his orbs—the commitment never to let go.

"Adrik this-"

"Come here," he said softly.

She was stuck in a trance as he lightly fisted her hair and brought her face closer to his. Once again, they were kissing.

He controlled her mind, her heart, her soul, but especially her body. His lips were touching every place her skin had to offer. This burning sensation of lust was creeping up her body, and she began to feel relentless.

When he let out this groan of approval, Avelina never felt more appreciated. She found herself wanting to hear more of them.

His tongue slipped into her mouth like he was thirsty, and she was the only thing that could quench his thirst. Her fingers found its way into his hair as her heart seemed to beat so loudly in her chest.

His hand moved up to the strap of her dress, where he began to slide it down her arm. Avelina’s finger was wandering down his shirtless body while never breaking away from the kiss. He abandoned the strap to her bra and headed straight to the bottom of the dress, where he lifted it over her hips.

His palm then collided with her behind as he gripped her skin so firmly. She took the initiative and began to grind against him. He let out another low groan giving Avelina the satisfaction that she craved so much.

Accidentally, as her hand swept down his body, she applied too much pressure to his wound. He flinched back in pain with a grimace on his face.

"I'm sorry.”

Avelina's eyebrows pulled together as she found herself looking down. She was thinking about every mistake she just made on constant replay.

"Avelina.”

She peered into those silver eyes that seemed to make everything feel okay. She needed that—she needed everything to be okay.

"Just for tonight. Please, I want you with me," Adrik told her.

It was almost as if he knew what was going on in her head. She could feel her mind surrendering to her heart as she nodded her head.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her upper half onto his chest. Avelina responded by laughing as her head plopped down onto his hard body.

A silence slowly encircled them. They were both drowning in their thoughts, thinking about how grateful they were to have each other.

"I wish I were like you, Adrik. You are so honest and articulate. I tell you all the time that I am in awe of you. You're just so amazing, and I can't stop saying it. Truthfully, I do not care if it's autism that makes you behave that way because I can't imagine you ever being any different than the amazing person you are right now. Sorry for being so random, I just felt like you deserved to know that," Avelina stated.

"Then why is it so difficult for you to want me?"

"It isn't difficult. You need to stop saying that I don't want you. I wish you could just understand," Avelina whispered the last part to herself.

"I do not understand because I am not normal enough for you, correct? No matter how hard I try, I will never understand.”

"Wrong. What are you even talking about?" She asked. "Who cares about normal? Nothing is ever normal, Adrik. I'm your caregiver, and we just made out on your bed. Also, we went to a wedding where you got stabbed, and you even shot someone while everyone continued to party as if nothing was even happening," Avelina laughed. "I hate normal, and I am sick and tired of it because it's boring. I love different. Different is beautiful, it’s colorful, and it’s magical. You aren't normal, but I'm not normal either, and that's okay. Normal will only be the period at the end of a sentence, but different is like the scramble of words written behind it. If you like normal, you will miss out on the story of adventure, diversity, and all the excitement that goes along with it. I'd be stupid not to love different."

As he processed her words, he began to wonder how someone so beautiful could hold a heart so open without someone tainting it. He realized that money, power, fear, and the boy he once was didn't matter for once in his life. Not even autism mattered. Avelina saw him—the real him, and she still cared for him.

When he didn't respond, she laughed before laying right back down on his chest, being extra careful not to touch his wound.

Suddenly, he flipped them over with him above her. Avelina’s eyes widened in surprise before worry overtook her features. She didn't want Adrik to hurt himself. She tried to glance down at his wound but found that his bulky biceps were blocking her view.

"Okay, Tarzan," Avelina chuckled.

"Who is Tarzan? I am Adrik.”

She laughed while moving a loose wavy strand of his hair that was dangling right above her face.

"It's from a movie. You know, Tarzan. The man with the long hair who was raised by apes?" She quizzed. He shook his head with a confused expression on his face.