C15 A Distraction

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Opening one of my coded fridges, a hand grabbed me from behind. I almost had a heart attack from the sudden touch until I looked over my shoulder and caught the glimpse of him, stroking his fingers in my hair. It was Adam.

As I turned back to him, his long hair, well styled in a bun, filled my nostrils with its scents and my body, untouched for so long