"I love you!"

"Be careful and cautious then. I don't want anything to happen to you, okay?" I say as my arms wrap around her middle.

She lets out a shaky breath, her body relaxing slightly as I hug her. "You always worry more about me than yourself, darling," she murmurs. "But if it helps you feel better, I'll be careful, I promise."

She nuzzles her nose into the top of my head, her chin resting on top. Her arms around me loosen slightly, but she still keeps me held firmly against her.

"I worry about you because I love you-" the words slipping out before I can even think. I just admitted I loved her... shit.

There's a sharp intake of breath from her, and her whole body goes still. For a moment, there's nothing but silence between us, the weight of my words hanging in the air.

And then she lets out a shaky exhale, her arms tightening around me almost painfully. "Say that again," she whispers, her voice rough and desperate. "Say it again, darling."

I shake my head. "No, no, no, just ignore me."

"I can't just ignore you," she says firmly, her hand fisting in my hair. "You said something very important, darling, and I need you to say it again."

She pulls my head back, forcing me to look up at her. Her eyes are dark and intense, searching mine. "Please, darling," she says, her voice pleading now. "Say it again. I need to hear you say it again."

"I love you..." I say in a quiet mumble.

Her reaction is immediate and intense. She lets out a sharp breath, her face contorting with a mix of emotions - surprise, relief, and a hint of desperation.

"Again," she whispers, her hand still holding my hair. "Say it again, louder."

"I love you!"

A shudder runs through her as the words leave my lips. She pulls me up to her, wrapping her arms around me in a tight, possessive embrace. Her face buries itself into my neck, her breath hot against my skin.

"Oh, darling," she whispers, her voice trembling. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that."

Her hold on me is almost bruising, but I don't push her away. Her words resonate in my head, filling me with a strange mixture of relief and terror.

"I've loved you for so long," she continues, her voice raw and ragged. "Since the first moment I saw you. I've been trying to keep my feelings hidden, to keep a safe distance between us, but it's been killing me inside."

I tuck her hair behind her ear and look at her with a soft and caring look. "You poor thing."

She lets out a soft huff, her lips brushing against my neck. "Don't pity me," she mutters, her arms tightening around me once more. "I don't deserve it, not after everything I've put you through."

She lets out a bitter chuckle, her hands tracing soft patterns on my back. "I should be the one comforting you, not the other way around."

I run my hand up into her hair, my nails softly scratching her scalp, trying to comfort her slightly. "Don't be stupid. We are here for eachother, right?"

Miss Adams lets out a low, shuddering breath at the feeling of my nails on her scalp. She closes her eyes for a moment, leaning into my touch.

"Yes," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "We're there for each other. We support each other. We love each other."

She lifts her head from my neck and looks at me, her eyes shining with emotion. "I love you so goddamn much, darling," she mutters, her voice shaky.

I can see the vulnerability in her eyes, the rawness of her feelings laid bare for me to see. It's a side of her I haven't seen before, a side that she's usually hid behind her confident, seductive persona.

I reach up and brush a strand of hair out of her face, my hand lingering on her cheek. "I love you too," I say quietly, my voice cracking slightly. "No matter what happens, that's not going to change."

Miss Adams takes a moment to compose herself, her breathing still a bit unsteady. Then she leans back against the sofa, pulling me with her so that I'm resting against her chest once again.

"Darling," she says, her hand resuming its petting through my hair. "How about we put on a movie while we talk? Something romantic, something cheesy."

"Some soppy romance movie? Seriously?"

Miss Adams laughs, the sound low and sultry. "Hey, don't knock it 'til you try it," she teases. "Soppy romance movies are my guilty pleasure."

She reaches for the remote, turning on the TV and flipping through the streaming options. "Come on, indulge me. It'll give us something to make fun of while we talk."

"Fine."

Miss Adams grins, clearly pleased with herself as she settles on a cheesy romance movie. The opening credits roll, and a generic, romantic soundtrack begins playing.

"There we go," she murmurs, wrapping her arms around me again. "Prepare yourself for some cringe-worthy dialogue and unnecessary dramatic music."

The movie starts playing, and true to her word, it's everything I expected it to be: cheesy, sappy, and full of over-the-top romantic gestures and flowery speeches.

Miss Adams seems to be enjoying herself, commenting on every cliché and predicting the characters' actions with a smirk on her face.

"Told you this would be entertaining," she says, her hand idly playing with my hair.

As the main characters on screen start to fall in love, Miss Adams's hand begins to slowly move down from my hair. Her thumb lightly traces the skin of my neck before continuing its journey, slipping under the blanket that's still wrapped around us.

Her fingertips are soft and warm as they brush against my thigh, tracing lazy circles on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Her hand is slow, but deliberate, her touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

I can feel the heat of her hand moving higher and higher, her touch sending jolts of electricity through my body. I bite my lip, trying to focus on the movie, but it's getting harder and harder to pay attention.

Miss Adams seems to be completely engrossed in the movie, but her hand continues to explore my thigh, her fingers tracing maddening patterns on my skin.

The characters on screen are now locked in a passionate embrace, their bodies intertwined in a heated kiss. Miss Adams's hand slides even higher, her touch becoming more firm, more possessive.

I can feel my breaths becoming shallow, my body reacting to her touch despite my efforts to remain calm. I shift slightly in her arms, trying to ease the tension that's building inside me.

Miss Adams glances down at me, a smirk flickering across her face. She must have noticed my reaction to her touch, and it only seems to embolden her. Her hand slides higher, her fingertips now brushing dangerously close to the edge of my underwear.

"Are you enjoying the movie, darling?" she murmurs, her voice low and sultry.

I bite back a gasp, my body shuddering involuntarily. Her touch is so gentle, yet so possessive, and it's driving me crazy. I can feel my arousal growing, and her words only make it worse.

Trying to keep my voice steady, I manage to choke out a response. "Y-yeah," I stammer. "It's... it's really sappy."

She laughs lowly, her hand moving even higher up my thigh, her fingers tracing the edge of my underwear. "Mhm," she hums. "It really is. But I think I'm enjoying this more than the movie."

Her breath is hot against my ear as she leans in to whisper, her voice low and sultry. "You're so responsive, darling. I can feel how needy you are under my touch."

I whine softly, my body arching slightly into her touch. Her words and her touch are combining to drive me insane, and I can't help but respond to her.

My hand fists in the fabric of the blanket, my breathing coming in short, shallow pants. "Miss Adams," I gasp, my voice trembling. "You're... you're going to drive me crazy."