Could I be any more pathetic? Probably not.
“You’re an idiot, do you know that?” Adam said, pulling me out of the cesspool of self-pity I was wallowing in.
“Pardon?”
“This,” Adam said, pointing his finger at the room around us. “This is not real.”
“Still, I would like to leave this place with a shred of dignity,” I grumbled.
“Don’t you think it’s too late for that?”
“Fuck off.”
He shook his head as if I were being unreasonable.
“The things that bother you don’t matter, Jordan.”
“How can you be so calm?” I growled, running my fingers through my hair. “Aren’t you bothered that we… You know… twice!”
Damn it. Why couldn’t I just say the damn word? Kiss. What was so difficult about that?
“You’re overthinking it, Jordan.”
“And the f-fact that we both got…” I looked away, feeling hot in the face. “That we both g-got… you know…”
“That we got hard?” Adam offered.
I opened my mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Did he really say that?
“Nothing. That. Happens. Here. Matters.” Adam’s words rang in my ears as he continued. “What’s exactly bothering you, except that you can’t control your body because we’re in an uncontrollable situation? Are you worried about popping another boner, or what?”
“Fuck, no,” I bit out.
I was so embarrassed, I wouldn’t be able to pop a boner again in this century.
I could feel his blue gaze on me… moving over my face and down my body. Sizing me up. Checking me out. Notthatway. Or maybe it was that way. Hell, I couldn’t tell.
“So, you don’t want to do it again?” he asked me.
My head shot up as I looked at him, shocked.
“What did you just say?”
“So, you don’t want to do it again?” Adam repeated it slowly, as if I were an imbecile.
“Which part?”
“Any of it.”
Did that mean he wanted to do it again? No… no way. He was messing with me. For sure. God, why couldn’t I read his expression? His face was blank as if he’d just asked me what I wanted for breakfast.
When Adam burst into laughter, he cleared things up for me, making me feel like an idiot. Again.
“I’m fucking with you, man. You should see your face.”
“I can’t see my face.”
He stood up and gave me his hand, wiggling his fingers. “Get up.”
