Chapter 10 Craving The Unattainable

• Adam’s Point of View
• Another two weeks have gone by since the last time I had Hannah. The days without her have felt like a slow torment, an insistent reminder of what I’m missing. I can’t stop thinking about the way she felt against me, her warmth, her body yielding beneath mine. Every moment we spent together was electric, raw, and filled with an intensity that made everything else pale in comparison. I miss the sensation of being inside her, the way she would arch and writhe under my touch. There’s nothing quite like it. The pleasure was unmatched, addictive, and so deeply satisfying. The memory of it is a constant, gnawing need in the pit of my stomach, one that Maria just can’t fill.
• Maria—she’s been clinging to me for weeks now, ever since the announcement that we’re “fated mates.” She’s been a good distraction, but she’s also suffocating. Her touch is a poor substitute for the fire Hannah ignites in me. It’s like drinking cheap whiskey when you crave the finest wine. She’s wild and passionate, but it’s all show, no substance. She throws herself at me, demanding my attention, trying to fill the void that only Hannah can truly satisfy. It’s exhausting, and I find myself growing impatient, snapping at her more than I care to admit.