My apartment

(Y'ALL ALL NEED TO WATCH BLOOMINGTON AND LOVING ANNABELLE. TRUST ME ON THIS!)

As soon as we arrive at my apartment, Miss Adams makes a beeline for the sofa. She plops down onto it, wrapping my cozy blanket around herself and getting comfy. I stand awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do.

"Come here, darling," she pats the seat next to her, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

I hesitate for a moment, but eventually, I relent and sit down next to her. She immediately pulls me into her arms, cuddling me like a teddy bear.

"There we go," she murmurs, nuzzling her nose into the top of my head. "Isn't this much better than standing around awkwardly?"

I try to protest, but her warm embrace makes it difficult to think straight. She's treating me like a child, holding me against her chest and running her fingers gently through my hair.

"I thought you wanted to talk. I warned you about trying anything, I swear to god-"

Miss Adams laughs, the sound low and sultry. "Oh, darling, don't be that way," she murmurs, her hand gently caressing the back of my neck. "Can't I just hold you for a little while?"

I know I should push her away, but her touch is so soothing, and the feeling of being against her chest is just so damn good. Against my will, I find myself sinking further into her embrace.

"Shh... just relax, darling," she whispers, her hand still stroking my neck. "You're so tense. Just let yourself feel."

Despite my protests, I can't deny that her touch is starting to relax me. Her hand on my neck, her arm around my shoulders, her chest against my ear... it's all starting to feel safe and soothing.

"That's it," she says, her voice soft and encouraging. "Just let yourself lean into me. Let me take care of you."

I resist a little bit longer, but her soothing voice and her warm touch are too much to ignore. I allow myself to lean further into her, and before I realize it, I'm practically snuggled up against her like a child.

Miss Adams feels me relax against her, and a faint smile plays at the corners of her lips. She takes a moment to relish the feeling of having me in her arms, before she starts to speak, her voice low and gentle.

"Darling," she says, her hand still on my neck. "We do need to talk about what happened. But I want you to listen to me without trying to pull away, okay?"

I grumble slightly, not wanting to hear the lecture I knew was coming. But her hand is still on my neck, her touch soothing and reassuring, and I can't bring myself to pull away. "Okay," I mumble, my voice already sounding drowsy from her soothing manner.

She chuckles softly, her chest vibrating against my ear. "You sound like a grumpy little child, darling," she teases, her free hand running through my hair. "But you're going to listen to me anyway, aren't you?"

"Yes," I murmur, my voice soft and lazy. I'm starting to feel a little frustrated with myself for how easily I'm giving in, but her touch is just so damn distracting."Good girl," she says, her voice low and approving. "Let's get one thing straight first. What happened last night was not a mistake."

I tense up slightly at that, a lump forming in my throat. But her hand is still on my neck, her thumb gently stroking my skin in a soothing motion, and I can't bring myself to pull away.

"No... it was definitely not a mistake. You did that on purpose."

"Of course I did," she says, her voice unshakeable. "I was deliberate, and intentional. I didn't just lose control and act on impulse. I took what I wanted, and I did it knowingly."

There's a dangerous edge to her voice, but at the same time, her arm tightens around me, pulling me even closer to her.

"And I have no regrets about it. In fact, I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

Her voice is low and husky, and her words send a shiver down my spine. But there's a part of me that finds comfort in her possessive tone, that finds safety in her possessive embrace.

"You're going to get yourself in troubleeeeeee." I say, teasingly

She lets out a dry laugh, her hand still running through my hair. "Darling, if I were worried about getting in trouble, I would have stopped myself before it even began," she says, her voice still firm. "I don't care about the consequences. All I care about is you."

She pulls me closer against her, her arm wrapped firmly around my waist. It's a possessive gesture, a claim of ownership. And despite myself, I find myself leaning into her even more."But you're worried, aren't you, darling?" she asks, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "You're afraid I'm going to get caught, that I'll lose my job, my career... my reputation."

I stay silent, unable to deny the truth of her words. She chuckles dryly. "Oh, darling... you're so naive," she mutters, running her fingers through my hair. "Do you really think I care about any of that?"

"You should. If anyone finds out, then it's not that all that you lose... you'll lose me too. They won't ever let me be near you again."

Her hand pauses for a moment in my hair, her hold on me tightening slightly. "Don't say that," she says, her voice taking on a hint of desperation. "I don't want to even think about losing you."

She pulls me even closer to her, her chest against my ear, her breath hot and uneven. I can hear the raw emotion in her voice, the fear and uncertainty.