Adam tried to focus on the enchantress but his thoughts kept straying to Belle. She came back. Not only that, she had broken the curse, freed all of his friends, and caused the enchantress to bring him back to life. He felt as though he could lift right off of the ground and fly away. Never in his life had he felt this much happiness. It was so powerful that he could feel it physically, like a rush of blood to the head, a hammering heart, and butterflies in his stomach all at once.
"You are not paying attention." The enchantress said. Adam's eyes darted to hers, but thankfully she was smiling.
"We will talk another time, you must rest now and give your body a chance to catch up with it's transformation. I will visit again in a few days". She stood to leave but something stopped her from departing. With an earnest look she said,
"You are very lucky Adam. Please, take care of Belle. She deserves true love, as do you. However, she has none of the darkness that used to live within you. Remember that."
Adam watched the enchantress leave. He suspected that her warning was given in order to prevent him from rushing straight to Belle's room to seduce her. The thought of that made him feel ill. Never again would he prey upon a young woman's nerves and eagerness to impress him. He tried to forget that he'd ever behaved so terribly. Clearly he had certain things to prove in order to show that he had really changed. He only hoped that Belle would realise that the actions of his past may as well have been a different man.
He decided to stop by her room, just to say goodnight. He wanted to reassure her that after tonight she would no longer be expected to sleep in the east wing. It was full of guest bedrooms and, while luxurious, tended to feel secluded and cut off from the rest of the castle. Now that his home was restored to its former glory, he was excited to properly show Belle the suite that had once belonged to his mother. He hoped she would accept his offer to stay there, after all, this was truly her home now. She had chosen to come back.
He stepped into the shoes that Lumière had left by the door for him and put on a garish jacket that was sitting beside them. He would have to invest in new wardrobes for everyone. Making his way to Belle's bedroom, his heart beat faster. When he knocked on the door she opened it wide without hesitation, and even though he had told himself he wouldn't go into the room, her hand on his arm felt like permission to step over the threshold and pull her into a tight embrace.
She led him to her bed, and it took him a great deal of restraint to refrain from kissing her deeply without asking permission, however he knew that he wanted her experiences with him to be reassuring, and so he did ask. When she moved closer and clasped her hands behind his neck, he kissed her gently and let her take control of the pace and rhythm. He felt lightning snap through his veins when she brought her tongue forward to touch his own.
He never wanted the kiss to end, but he suddenly realised that the thought of going further at this moment made him feel nervous, not to mention the fact that he was overly aware of how improper that would be. Additionally, he had begun to feel very tired and decided it was time to leave, but not before extending the invitation to Belle to move into the west wing. He was delighted to see that she seemed enthusiastic about the idea, despite also looking exhausted.
Saying goodnight to her at the door and watching it close on him was agonising. As a form of distraction while he made his way to his own suite, he began to formulate plans in his head for how he would make his mother's old rooms ready for her. Collapsing on his bed, he was asleep within moments, still wearing his jacket and shoes, but contentedly dreaming of Belle.