Chapter 4 Unspoken feelings

Chapter 4

Adrian's POV

After a long day of fun and an amazing dinner, Natasha and I settled on my balcony, each holding a cup of coffee. The night was calm, the cool Hawaiian breeze carrying the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore.

"Thank you for today," Natasha broke the silence, her voice soft.

I smiled, taking a sip of my coffee. "You're welcome."

She glanced at me. "How long have you been in Hawaii?"

"A month," I replied. "I actually came here to spend the holiday."

"Oh, nice. And how has it been so far?" she asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Not bad," I said, then smirked. "But I have to admit, today has been the best part of my holiday."

She turned to me, curiosity lighting up her eyes. "Is that so? Why today?"

"Because I had the best tour guide showing me around the city," I teased.

A soft chuckle escaped both our lips.

"I feel honored," she said with a smile.

My gaze lingered on hers, my mind drifting into thoughts I shouldn't be having. There was something about Natasha-something I couldn't ignore. The way the moonlight kissed her skin, the way her eyes held so much depth. I found myself wanting to be closer, to close the space between us, to feel the warmth of her lips on mine.

"I'm curious," I admitted, my voice dropping slightly.

Her brows lifted. "About what?"

"You," I said simply, my tone laced with something deeper.

A small smirk played on her lips as she traced the rim of her coffee cup with her fingertip. "There's nothing to be curious about."

I leaned in slightly, holding her gaze. "I think there's more than enough to be curious about."

She hesitated, her fingers tightening around the cup. For a moment, I saw the same longing reflected in her eyes-the same pull, the same hesitation.

"I don't think I'm the kind of girl you want to be curious about," she whispered.

I tilted my head, studying her. "What kind of girl do you think you are?" I asked, my voice low, almost teasing.

Her breath hitched slightly as my eyes flickered down to her lips before meeting her gaze again. She was holding back, but I could see it-the way her body tensed, the way she bit her bottom lip ever so slightly. She wanted this just as much as I did.

Slowly, I raised my hand, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. My fingers grazed her cheek, lingering just long enough to feel the warmth of her skin. Her breath hitched, but she didn't pull away.

For a moment, everything around us faded-the ocean, the night, the world. It was just us, caught in a moment that could change everything.

Would she let me in?

Or would she push me away?

Natasha's POV

The moment I had longed for was finally here. A shiver ran down my spine as Adrian's fingers grazed my cheek, sending warmth through my skin. My breath hitched as he leaned in, closer and closer, the space between us disappearing.

But our lips never met.

Why was he taking his time? Was he hesitant, or was he savoring the anticipation? Should I close the distance myself? No-that would make me seem desperate. And yet, deep down, I knew I was. I had wanted this, craved it even.

I decided to let the moment flow naturally, not wanting anything to ruin it.

But, of course, I spoke too soon.

My phone rang, the sharp sound slicing through the perfect silence. I jumped slightly, my heart plummeting as Adrian pulled back. My shoulders tensed, and frustration burned inside me. Of all the times for my phone to ring, it had to be now.

I glanced down at the screen, and my mood darkened even more.

Raymond.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, clenching my jaw. Of course, it had to be him.

"I think you should pick that," Adrian said, his voice unreadable.

I hesitated before forcing a tight smile. "Yeah... excuse me."

With a sigh, I stepped away, answering the call. No words could express how irritated I was. But I told myself there would be another time-another chance.

At least, I hoped so.

"Hello," I said, my voice barely hiding my frustration.!

Adrian's POV

"The phone rang, shattering the fragile moment between us. Natasha jumped, and I clenched my jaw, frustration curling in my gut. Of course. Perfect timing. I leaned back, masking my emotions as she glanced at the screen. A beat passed. Then her shoulders tensed."

Why did that damn call have to come in at that exact moment? I was so close. So close.

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. Maybe it was a sign from the universe. Maybe I should take the hint. But then again... screw signs. Raymond's warning echoed in my head, but I pushed it aside. I told myself it didn't matter, Natasha was free to make her own choice, but deep down i knew it wasn't that simple. If he finds out would it ruin everything.

Lost in thought, I didn't even notice Natasha approaching until she spoke.

"Hey," she called softly, pulling me back to reality.

I turned to her, immediately noticing something was off. Her smile was there, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"You good?" I asked, concern lacing my voice.

"Yeah, I'm good," she replied, but the smile she forced didn't fool me.

She hesitated before shifting on her feet. "Why don't we call it a night? I'm feeling sleepy already."

I studied her for a moment before nodding. "Oh... okay. Good night then."

Natasha picked up her cup of coffee, her gaze lingering on mine for a beat. Then, just as she turned to leave, I spoke again.

"Natasha."

She paused, glancing back at me.

Without thinking twice, I closed the distance between us and gently pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Her brows lifted slightly. "What was that for?"

"A good night kiss," I said with a teasing smirk. "I'm sure you'll sleep better that way."

A soft chuckle escaped her lips. "I can already feel that. I guess I'll really be having a good night's sleep tonight."

We both laughed lightly, the tension from earlier dissolving into something softer, something easier.

"See you tomorrow," she murmured before heading downstairs.

I watched her disappear down the hall, and without realizing it, a genuine smile crept onto my lips.

I picked up my coffee and leaned against the railing, letting the night air wash over me.

Tonight may not have gone exactly as planned, but one thing was certain-Natasha was getting under my skin in ways I never expected.

Natasha's POV

No question about it-I definitely couldn't explain how excited I was when Adrian kissed my forehead.

Lying on my bed, I reached up, gently touching the spot where his lips had been. The moment kept replaying over and over in my mind, each time sending a new wave of warmth through me. I smiled to myself, unable to stop the giddy feeling bubbling inside me.

But just as quickly as the excitement came, it faded.

My smile wavered as reality sank in-I'd be leaving Hawaii soon.

Raymond had mentioned it earlier, saying he'd get back to me once my ticket was ready. That meant my time here was running out.

It had only been a day and a half with Adrian, but somehow, it felt like forever. Like I had known him much longer than I actually had. And the thought of leaving now... it didn't sit right with me. I wanted more time-I needed more time.

But I guess things don't always go the way we want them to.

The thought lingered in my mind as my eyelids grew heavy. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep, the memory of his touch still lingering on my skin..............