in line. Making sure he’s keeping his grades up. Even if it is stupid art school.”
Two things came to mind. One: his parents still think we are a couple, which is why Adam begged me to come to this dinner. Two: his dad was a complete asshole. I guess he’d never hung a painting in his home or watched a movie—both art, both he had indulged in.
I glanced at Adam and narrowed my eyes, letting him know I was on to him. “I’ve been keeping great track of Adam. And his grades are excellent. I’m so proud of him for choosing art school and his dreams,” I said with a sweet smile, my barb hitting exactly how I intended it to by the tight-lipped smiles glaring back at me.
Adam reached over and took my hand under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze to thank me. I was pissed he hadn’t told his parents the truth about us, but I hated how they treated him over his art. Always had.
The rest of the dinner was spent with his parents letting him know which of our classmates were succeeding and how if he would change his major, he could join the family business and one day take over as CEO when his dad retires. To say it was uncomfortable would be an understatement, but I understood why Adam had invited me along. It may not have seemed so, but I was his buffer.
“It was nice seeing you, dear,” Maggie stated as we exited the restaurant.
“You, too,” I lied. I turned to Ralph, Adam’s dad. “You as well.”
I stepped to the side and let Adam give them both a hug before they walked away. “Thank you,” Adam said after they were out of earshot.
“Yeah. You could have warned me that they still think we are together! Why haven’t you told them?”
“Because,” he said as we began stepping toward his car, “I didn’t want them to know I messed us up. They already think I’m a loser for choosing art.”
“Well, you still should have warned me!”
He unlocked the car and opened my door. “I’m sorry, but if I told you, I knew you wouldn’t have agreed to come tonight.”
“Damn ri—I might have agreed. I do a lot for my friends. Including having dinner with rich, snobby parents,” I huffed.
“They are definitely snobby.”
We both laughed and I sat down before he shut the door. Adam walked around the car and got inside, his cologne wafting through the small confines of his BMW. I hated to admit it, but he smelled really good tonight.
“Thank you again. I owe you,” he stated before starting the car and putting it in drive.
“You don’t owe me anything.” I glanced in his direction. “Well, maybe some liquor. Your mom’s voice is seriously way too fake.”
“Oh, I know. Believe me.”
I liked this easy conversation between us. It reminded me of how we used to be before college had changed him. Changed me too, if I were being honest.
We laughed and joked the entire way back to his place. “Come inside for a little while,” Adam offered as he opened his door.
I got out of the car and thought over going inside. It wasn’t late, only eight-thirty, what harm could it do? “Okay.”
“Good. I have wine so I can pay you back for having to deal with my mother.”
I followed him to the door and took in his body. He wasn’t extremely built, but he was lean and trim. His hair was a beautiful blond and it completely meshed with his personality. Pretentious and free spirited all in one. Normally I would say those two traits couldn’t go together, but Adam made it work, similar to my parents.
After unlocking the door, he turned the light on and held the door open for me. I passed by and went straight to the couch. I sat down and got comfortable as Adam went to the kitchen.
“Need any help?” I asked.
“I’ve got it,” he answered, walking into the living room. “I have Sangria, your favorite.”
“Awesome!”
He poured us both a glass and I grabbed it from him, taking a huge gulp.
“Thirsty?” he asked as he sat down beside me. His thigh brushed mine and a tingle of awareness
Two things came to mind. One: his parents still think we are a couple, which is why Adam begged me to come to this dinner. Two: his dad was a complete asshole. I guess he’d never hung a painting in his home or watched a movie—both art, both he had indulged in.
I glanced at Adam and narrowed my eyes, letting him know I was on to him. “I’ve been keeping great track of Adam. And his grades are excellent. I’m so proud of him for choosing art school and his dreams,” I said with a sweet smile, my barb hitting exactly how I intended it to by the tight-lipped smiles glaring back at me.
Adam reached over and took my hand under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze to thank me. I was pissed he hadn’t told his parents the truth about us, but I hated how they treated him over his art. Always had.
The rest of the dinner was spent with his parents letting him know which of our classmates were succeeding and how if he would change his major, he could join the family business and one day take over as CEO when his dad retires. To say it was uncomfortable would be an understatement, but I understood why Adam had invited me along. It may not have seemed so, but I was his buffer.
“It was nice seeing you, dear,” Maggie stated as we exited the restaurant.
“You, too,” I lied. I turned to Ralph, Adam’s dad. “You as well.”
I stepped to the side and let Adam give them both a hug before they walked away. “Thank you,” Adam said after they were out of earshot.
“Yeah. You could have warned me that they still think we are together! Why haven’t you told them?”
“Because,” he said as we began stepping toward his car, “I didn’t want them to know I messed us up. They already think I’m a loser for choosing art.”
“Well, you still should have warned me!”
He unlocked the car and opened my door. “I’m sorry, but if I told you, I knew you wouldn’t have agreed to come tonight.”
“Damn ri—I might have agreed. I do a lot for my friends. Including having dinner with rich, snobby parents,” I huffed.
“They are definitely snobby.”
We both laughed and I sat down before he shut the door. Adam walked around the car and got inside, his cologne wafting through the small confines of his BMW. I hated to admit it, but he smelled really good tonight.
“Thank you again. I owe you,” he stated before starting the car and putting it in drive.
“You don’t owe me anything.” I glanced in his direction. “Well, maybe some liquor. Your mom’s voice is seriously way too fake.”
“Oh, I know. Believe me.”
I liked this easy conversation between us. It reminded me of how we used to be before college had changed him. Changed me too, if I were being honest.
We laughed and joked the entire way back to his place. “Come inside for a little while,” Adam offered as he opened his door.
I got out of the car and thought over going inside. It wasn’t late, only eight-thirty, what harm could it do? “Okay.”
“Good. I have wine so I can pay you back for having to deal with my mother.”
I followed him to the door and took in his body. He wasn’t extremely built, but he was lean and trim. His hair was a beautiful blond and it completely meshed with his personality. Pretentious and free spirited all in one. Normally I would say those two traits couldn’t go together, but Adam made it work, similar to my parents.
After unlocking the door, he turned the light on and held the door open for me. I passed by and went straight to the couch. I sat down and got comfortable as Adam went to the kitchen.
“Need any help?” I asked.
“I’ve got it,” he answered, walking into the living room. “I have Sangria, your favorite.”
“Awesome!”
He poured us both a glass and I grabbed it from him, taking a huge gulp.
“Thirsty?” he asked as he sat down beside me. His thigh brushed mine and a tingle of awareness
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