Our kiss was...

A knock on the door interrupted our kiss. My heart raced, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty washing over me. Adolph seemed undeterred, his gaze locked onto mine as he continued to kiss me, a silent promise of what lay between us.

The person at the door eventually left, but Adolph's lips stayed pressed against mine. The world around us faded as our kiss deepened, a sweet ache forming in my chest. It was as if every touch, every sensation was echoing the unspoken truths that lingered between us.

Eventually, Adolph drew back, his breathing slightly ragged. He gazed at me with a tenderness that made my heart flutter. But in that moment, I sensed something in his expression—a hesitation, a pullback from what could have gone further.

"I don't want to push too far," he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of regret and respect. "You're still recovering, and I don't want to rush anything."

His words were a balm to my own uncertainties, a reassurance that he valued our connection and the d