“It wasn’t you.”
“Got it.” A bored voice informed me.
“It didn’t mean anything,” I added, further digging my own grave.
“No shit!”
He was mocking me, and I was being pathetic. Just great.
“For the record.” A deep voice above me gave me shivers. “I’m straight.”
“I know that!” I growled. “We both are, remember?”
“Yeah, I noticed.”
I swiftly straightened up, hating that I couldn’t see his face.
“Why are you being mean?”
“Because you’re being obnoxious.”
My heart stuttered in my chest before I heard a movement above me, followed by a sigh.
“I’m sorry,” Adam said, sounding remorseful. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
I dug my wrists into my eyes to stop myself from screaming as he left the bed. When I finally looked at him, he was sitting on the floor across from me. In the darkness, I could see the contours of his body, but not much more. Shadows obscured his face; only his eyes flickered in the darkness like neon blue lights.
When he spoke, he somehow startled me.
“I didn’t mean what I just said. I was being an ass, and I wanted to hurt you. I apologize.”
I snorted. Still, he'd never apologized to me before, so… yeah, me?
“Are you okay?” he asked me, of all things.
“I’m fine. Confused. Mortified. All of the above.”
Adam chuckled. “Yeah, me too.”
I frowned, not knowing if he was serious. “Really?”
“Sure. I didn’t handle myself well, but I seldom do, right?”
“I’ll take a wild shot,” I said, molesting my cuticle. “But I’m guessing that wasn’t our first kiss.”
“Nope.”
“Second?”
“Yup.”
Fuck.
“I’m… I apologize,” I muttered. “I wasn’t aware—”
“You were drunk, Jordan,” Adam interrupted me. “You were drunk that night, and I was angry earlier, and we are in a fucked-up situation. Don’t beat yourself up over it. I don’t plan to.”
That flicker of hope in my chest? Just died.
