“Uh oh.” Violet’s voice broke through my thoughts. “What did Adam do?”
I tore my gaze away from Adam and Savannah, looking at Violet. “Huh?”
“You’re shooting him daggers.”
I shook my head, not sure if I wanted to admit who I was really glaring at. “Not him.”
She glanced back over at the pair. “Oh.” Chuckling, she added, “I guess Seth was right.”
“What do you mean?”
“At the Labor Day parade, he thought you guys were more than just friends.”
Was it really that obvious to everyone else, and I’d been so blind to it?
Adam looked over at me and smiled. My heart rate ticked up a notch as I took him in. His suspenders fit snug over a tight white T-shirt with his black ink a stark contrast and the adorable puppy in his arms was the perfect vision of sexy and sweet.
His brows slowly scrunched together as he stared back at me. Savannah chose that moment to squeeze his biceps before stepping back to snap the picture. I bit down hard with my back teeth, fighting the urge to go over and smack her.
“Careful. You’re going to break a tooth if you keep that up,” Violet teased.
If I’d just embraced being with him when he kissed me that night in his apartment, then I wouldn’t even be in this predicament. He would be mine and I would be his and everyone would know that. But I didn’t plan on letting another night go by without telling him I was ready. That I wanted all of it.
For the rest of the afternoon, I truly tried ignoring Savannah’s constant flirting, but I failed miserably. By the time Adam and I were in the car and heading back to the lodge, I was beyond annoyed. I crossed my arms and glared out the window. Maybe I should have just walked up to Adam and kissed him and made it clear to everyone where we stood.
“Are you mad at me for something?” His tone was laced with concern.
I whipped my gaze toward him. “What?”
“You seemed really pissed off during the photo shoot, and you haven’t said a word since we got in the car.”
“I wasn’t mad at you.”
“Okay…” The one word held so much skepticism.
I sighed. “Did you not notice Savannah flirting and touching you the wholetime?”
His eyes widened as he looked over at me, and a smile broke out on his face.
“Why are you smiling?” I glared at him. Did he like that Savannah fussed over him?
“Because if you’re jealous, it means you care,” he said with a smirk.
I scoffed. “I’m not?—”
He chuckled, cutting off my words, and cocked a brow.
What the hell was I trying to say? Of course, I was jealous. So unbelievably jealous that I wanted to literally claw that woman’s eyes out. And he was right. It was because I cared. A lot. But as I thought about what he said, I needed him to understand caring about him was never the issue.
“You’re right. I was jealous. I hated watching her flirt with you.” I rested my hand on top of his. “But the reason I’ve been reluctant about this isn’t because I don’t care. It’s because I care so much. You are one of the most important people in my life. Even the thought of losing you breaks my heart into a million pieces.”
His smirk faded and he nodded. “I know. I feel the same way.”
“You do?” I swallowed.
“Of course.” He shifted his hand to join ours together, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand, sending jolts of electricity up my arm. “But honestly, the thought of never being with you makes me feel just as devastated.”
My heart rate picked up, and I couldn’t wait another minute to tell him I felt the same. “Well, it’s a good thing neither of us will have to find out how that feels.”
