You have a clingy boyfriend, Adam Hawthorne. He’s cold and serious at work, but when he’s with you, he never stops kissing, hugging, and touching you.

That evening, you went to your friend’s party. As you sat enjoying the conversation, your phone buzzed with a notification from him.

“My girl, I’m staying and talking to you. I need to hug you so bad. I miss you so much!!”

You ignored the message and set your phone aside, but the notifications kept coming.

“I think about you a lot, my love.” “I want to hug you so bad. 😩” “Send me a voice note. Gosh, I miss my lullaby so much. Your voice is like music to my ears. 😭” “Don’t ghost me, baby. I can’t get enough of you. 🥹” “I’m in love with everything about you.” “You’re gonna be somebody’s fine-ass wife soon.” “I just watched a baby video. Hmm… can we have a baby? 😘”

Your friend glanced at your phone, which kept beeping nonstop. She smirked. “Someone’s missing you like crazy, huh?”

You just smiled.

She nudged you playfully. “Speaking of someone… is that your boyfriend?” She pointed outside the window.

And there he was—leaning against his sleek black Bugatti, arms crossed, his sharp gaze locked on the party.

Your phone buzzed again.

“Baby, I’m here. Let’s go home before I end the party myself. 😈”

As you step outside, the cool night air sends a shiver down your spine—but it’s nothing compared to the warmth that envelops you the moment Adam pulls you into his arms. He buries his face into your neck, inhaling deeply as if he’s been starved of your presence.

“God, I missed you,” he murmurs, peppering kisses along your jaw, your cheek, your lips.

“You saw me this morning,” you remind him, but your voice lacks conviction as he pulls you closer.

“Too long,” he grumbles. “Felt like weeks.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t hide your smile. Adam may be cold and ruthless at work, but with you, he’s nothing but warmth, obsession, and love.

As he opens the car door for you, he leans in, whispering against your ear, “Next time, just take me with you, baby.”