shot through me. I hated that Adam was having this effect on me. I could only chalk it up to familiarity and the fact that it had been a while since I’d had sex.
“Very.”
Adam placed his arm on the back of the couch and we both sat in silence, drinking. A few minutes later, he placed his almost empty glass on the table, his arm never leaving the couch behind me.
He sat back, then his fingers began mingling with my hair. Our gazes locked as I tried to figure out his intent. When his other hand made contact with my thigh, letting his finger graze back and forth, I knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted sex.
I bit my inner lip, letting his fingers continue their back and forth trail over my thigh while I tried to decide what I wanted. Did I want sex? I was pretty positive I did, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted it with Adam. We were over, done. Did I want to go back down that road?
“Adam…”
“Shhh,” he whispered as his gaze traveled to my mouth. I let my eyes flicker to his, then back to his eyes. His hand moved from my hair to cup my cheek. “Please.”
Please what? Please let him kiss me? Please have sex with him? I had no idea, but I found myself nodding. One last time wouldn’t hurt anything. A nanosecond later, his mouth was on mine. The kiss was gentle, but that wasn’t what I wanted.
Go big or go home, right?
I deepened the kiss and moved my hands to his chest. Adam wasn’t as good of a kisser as I remembered, but the kiss wasn’t bad. He let his hand move from my thigh to snake around my waist and pulled me closer.
We began taking off each other’s clothes and before I knew what was happening, I was too caught up in feeling to comprehend anything more.
***
“I’ll be right back,” Adam said as he pushed up from the couch.
“‘Kay.” I watched him walk toward his bedroom and shot off the couch to grab my clothes and put them on as quickly as I could. I had to get out of there. I didn’t want to have the awkward after sex conversation. Once I was dressed, I snatched my purse and ran out the door, sprinting to my car.
After practically jumping into my car, I drove home as fast as I could without breaking traffic laws…well, most traffic laws. I sat in my car for a minute and gathered my breathing.
What had I just done? It was just sex. Nothing more. Nothing to feel bad about. Just sex.
I wasn’t sure whether I should regret my night with Adam or not, but I decided to forget about it and pretend it didn’t happen until Adam called or texted. No need to beat myself up for sleeping with a guy I’ve slept with countless times.
Once I got out of the car, I walked to the apartment door and unlocked it. I pushed it open and was met with Carson’s raised eyebrows looking me over.
“You look like you just had sex and ran.” I didn’t reply, just walked right past him. “Wow. I’m good. I feel like I just found my superpower. I was right, wasn’t I?”
“Shut up,” I yelled as I walked down the hallway. I really didn’t need Carson’s asshole remarks tonight.
“Oh, hell!” he hollered. “Wait, please tell me it wasn’t the doodling shithead!” He kept talking, but I tuned him out and shut my door.
Chapter Eight
Carson
By Friday, the sun had melted all the snow and the temperature was a nice seventy degrees. That was just Oklahoma, though.
Unfortunately, the sun hadn’t melted my anger over the fact that Kristin had slept with her ex-boyfriend. She was my friend and I didn’t want to see her get hurt.
I came home from class starving and immediately went to the kitchen to look for something to eat. I was back to eating healthy, which meant all the food I had bought the other day was a waste and I’d actually have to cook. Neither situation sounded appealing.
Opening the fridge, I jumped back and gagged. Something—a rat, maybe—had crawled inside it and died. The smell was
disgusting
. I placed my t-shirt over my nose and moved back to the fridge, my back
“Very.”
Adam placed his arm on the back of the couch and we both sat in silence, drinking. A few minutes later, he placed his almost empty glass on the table, his arm never leaving the couch behind me.
He sat back, then his fingers began mingling with my hair. Our gazes locked as I tried to figure out his intent. When his other hand made contact with my thigh, letting his finger graze back and forth, I knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted sex.
I bit my inner lip, letting his fingers continue their back and forth trail over my thigh while I tried to decide what I wanted. Did I want sex? I was pretty positive I did, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted it with Adam. We were over, done. Did I want to go back down that road?
“Adam…”
“Shhh,” he whispered as his gaze traveled to my mouth. I let my eyes flicker to his, then back to his eyes. His hand moved from my hair to cup my cheek. “Please.”
Please what? Please let him kiss me? Please have sex with him? I had no idea, but I found myself nodding. One last time wouldn’t hurt anything. A nanosecond later, his mouth was on mine. The kiss was gentle, but that wasn’t what I wanted.
Go big or go home, right?
I deepened the kiss and moved my hands to his chest. Adam wasn’t as good of a kisser as I remembered, but the kiss wasn’t bad. He let his hand move from my thigh to snake around my waist and pulled me closer.
We began taking off each other’s clothes and before I knew what was happening, I was too caught up in feeling to comprehend anything more.
***
“I’ll be right back,” Adam said as he pushed up from the couch.
“‘Kay.” I watched him walk toward his bedroom and shot off the couch to grab my clothes and put them on as quickly as I could. I had to get out of there. I didn’t want to have the awkward after sex conversation. Once I was dressed, I snatched my purse and ran out the door, sprinting to my car.
After practically jumping into my car, I drove home as fast as I could without breaking traffic laws…well, most traffic laws. I sat in my car for a minute and gathered my breathing.
What had I just done? It was just sex. Nothing more. Nothing to feel bad about. Just sex.
I wasn’t sure whether I should regret my night with Adam or not, but I decided to forget about it and pretend it didn’t happen until Adam called or texted. No need to beat myself up for sleeping with a guy I’ve slept with countless times.
Once I got out of the car, I walked to the apartment door and unlocked it. I pushed it open and was met with Carson’s raised eyebrows looking me over.
“You look like you just had sex and ran.” I didn’t reply, just walked right past him. “Wow. I’m good. I feel like I just found my superpower. I was right, wasn’t I?”
“Shut up,” I yelled as I walked down the hallway. I really didn’t need Carson’s asshole remarks tonight.
“Oh, hell!” he hollered. “Wait, please tell me it wasn’t the doodling shithead!” He kept talking, but I tuned him out and shut my door.
Chapter Eight
Carson
By Friday, the sun had melted all the snow and the temperature was a nice seventy degrees. That was just Oklahoma, though.
Unfortunately, the sun hadn’t melted my anger over the fact that Kristin had slept with her ex-boyfriend. She was my friend and I didn’t want to see her get hurt.
I came home from class starving and immediately went to the kitchen to look for something to eat. I was back to eating healthy, which meant all the food I had bought the other day was a waste and I’d actually have to cook. Neither situation sounded appealing.
Opening the fridge, I jumped back and gagged. Something—a rat, maybe—had crawled inside it and died. The smell was
disgusting
. I placed my t-shirt over my nose and moved back to the fridge, my back
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