the table and plucked the umbrella from my drink. I twirled it between my fingers. “Yep.”
He thought about this for a minute. “Isn't that...expensive?”
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
“But money isn't an issue for you.” He said it as a statement, not a question.
“Oh, I don't know about that,” I told him. His hand was still on my thigh and I felt my leg begin to bounce a little. “But I needed to go in that order. To keep track of stuff.”
“Keep track of stuff? Like what? Souvenirs? Are you keeping a scrapbook or something?”
A giggle escaped me. “No, not souvenirs. And not a scrapbook.”
“Okay,” he said, watching me with a puzzled expression. “Enlighten me.”
I took a deep breath and reached for my drink but he grabbed my hand and held it firmly in his. “I'm going to all fifty states,” I repeated. My stomach twisted like a wet towel being wrung out. “To, um, do something in each of them.”
“Okay.” He waited.
“To do the same thing.”
“Eat? Sleep?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Not even close.” He waited and suddenly, the words tumbled out. “I'm going to sleep with a guy in each state.” I pulled my hand from his and grabbed the hurricane. “Excuse me. Not sleep. Fuck, according to my friend Paige. Who is a serious pain in the ass, by the way.”
His drink was halfway to his mouth, frozen in mid-air. “You're going to what ?”
I laughed and it came out louder than I'd intended. “You heard me. And, no, I'm not getting the words screwed up this time.”
He slowly brought the drink to his lips, his eyes fixed on me over the glass. He swallowed a mouthful, then set it back on the table. “Are you kidding me?”
I shook my head vehemently. It had been weirdly liberating to say the words out loud, to admit to someone other than Paige and Mimi the true reason behind my trip. My parents were clueless, Paige's brother had been in the dark at the airport, and Brian probably didn't even know I'd left Vermont.
“I'm not kidding you. Fifty states. Fifty guys. If I do it right.”
This time, Adam was the one who laughed. “Wow. Didn't see that coming.” He eyed me curiously. “Can I ask why?”
I thought about all the reasons Paige had thrown at me, and all the conclusions I'd come to on my own. “About a million reasons,” I said. I laid my hand on the table to steady myself a little because the second hurricane was going straight to my head. “Mainly, because I can. And because my two idiot friends talked me into it.”
“Did they force you to get on the plane?” he asked.
My face warmed. “Well, no.”
He laughed again. “I didn't think so.”
“But friends can be persuasive,” I pointed out.
“So can I,” he murmured, reaching for my hand again. His fingers tightened around mine and he squeezed. “Well, this is all...pretty interesting.”
“I'm insane, right?” I said. I closed my eyes for a second. “You can say it. I don't mind.”
“Not at all.”
I opened my eyes and stared at him. The room spun a little. “Really?”
“Really,” he said. “I'm all for taking life by the horns and shaking things up a little bit. And you're entitled to have a little fun. Everyone is.”
I still wasn't convinced that having sex with fifty different guys was something I felt comfortable classifying as fun. I glanced at Adam. He was watching me, his green-gold eyes trained on mine, his mouth tilted up in a sexy smile, his cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol. The hand on my thigh was still stroking me, his fingers lighting my skin on fire.
Maybe I wasn't sure that sex with fifty guys was a good thing but I was pretty sure that sex with this one would be amazing.
“Tell me something,” he said, leaning closer to me. “How much money did you have to spend on condoms?”
I nearly choked on my straw.
He laughed. “Sorry. Couldn't resist.”
I shook my head but I couldn't help but smile. “I'm covered.”
“Hopefully, I will be, too,” he
He thought about this for a minute. “Isn't that...expensive?”
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
“But money isn't an issue for you.” He said it as a statement, not a question.
“Oh, I don't know about that,” I told him. His hand was still on my thigh and I felt my leg begin to bounce a little. “But I needed to go in that order. To keep track of stuff.”
“Keep track of stuff? Like what? Souvenirs? Are you keeping a scrapbook or something?”
A giggle escaped me. “No, not souvenirs. And not a scrapbook.”
“Okay,” he said, watching me with a puzzled expression. “Enlighten me.”
I took a deep breath and reached for my drink but he grabbed my hand and held it firmly in his. “I'm going to all fifty states,” I repeated. My stomach twisted like a wet towel being wrung out. “To, um, do something in each of them.”
“Okay.” He waited.
“To do the same thing.”
“Eat? Sleep?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Not even close.” He waited and suddenly, the words tumbled out. “I'm going to sleep with a guy in each state.” I pulled my hand from his and grabbed the hurricane. “Excuse me. Not sleep. Fuck, according to my friend Paige. Who is a serious pain in the ass, by the way.”
His drink was halfway to his mouth, frozen in mid-air. “You're going to what ?”
I laughed and it came out louder than I'd intended. “You heard me. And, no, I'm not getting the words screwed up this time.”
He slowly brought the drink to his lips, his eyes fixed on me over the glass. He swallowed a mouthful, then set it back on the table. “Are you kidding me?”
I shook my head vehemently. It had been weirdly liberating to say the words out loud, to admit to someone other than Paige and Mimi the true reason behind my trip. My parents were clueless, Paige's brother had been in the dark at the airport, and Brian probably didn't even know I'd left Vermont.
“I'm not kidding you. Fifty states. Fifty guys. If I do it right.”
This time, Adam was the one who laughed. “Wow. Didn't see that coming.” He eyed me curiously. “Can I ask why?”
I thought about all the reasons Paige had thrown at me, and all the conclusions I'd come to on my own. “About a million reasons,” I said. I laid my hand on the table to steady myself a little because the second hurricane was going straight to my head. “Mainly, because I can. And because my two idiot friends talked me into it.”
“Did they force you to get on the plane?” he asked.
My face warmed. “Well, no.”
He laughed again. “I didn't think so.”
“But friends can be persuasive,” I pointed out.
“So can I,” he murmured, reaching for my hand again. His fingers tightened around mine and he squeezed. “Well, this is all...pretty interesting.”
“I'm insane, right?” I said. I closed my eyes for a second. “You can say it. I don't mind.”
“Not at all.”
I opened my eyes and stared at him. The room spun a little. “Really?”
“Really,” he said. “I'm all for taking life by the horns and shaking things up a little bit. And you're entitled to have a little fun. Everyone is.”
I still wasn't convinced that having sex with fifty different guys was something I felt comfortable classifying as fun. I glanced at Adam. He was watching me, his green-gold eyes trained on mine, his mouth tilted up in a sexy smile, his cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol. The hand on my thigh was still stroking me, his fingers lighting my skin on fire.
Maybe I wasn't sure that sex with fifty guys was a good thing but I was pretty sure that sex with this one would be amazing.
“Tell me something,” he said, leaning closer to me. “How much money did you have to spend on condoms?”
I nearly choked on my straw.
He laughed. “Sorry. Couldn't resist.”
I shook my head but I couldn't help but smile. “I'm covered.”
“Hopefully, I will be, too,” he
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