I considered contradicting him for the sake of contradicting him, but I did what he said. I filled the glasses with wine, admiring the beautifully set table and the rustic-looking plates. Did he have an interior designer? A servant? A slave? If you told me he was proficient in archery, I would say “sure”, but in setting a table or making a stew? Not in a million years.
After I brought him his glass, I walked up to the wall that contained the only personal items in the room. A Police Academy Diploma. A Certificate of Achievement. A Medal of Commendation. A Black Belt Certificate. His life was his work and vice versa. Those were all great accomplishments, but there was no sign of him as a person. Things like a framed family photo or an antique vase from a flea market. A fridge magnet or a cringy, old Christmas mug... nothing like that existed in his impeccable place. His accomplishments were impressive, which made it even sadder that he ended up in the LD.
“You shouldn’t have broken your boss’s jaw,” I mused, staring at the framed diplomas. “With all these, you could have been a chief of police somewhere, not a detective in the LD.”
“I don’t want to be the chief of police.”
“What do you want to be?”
“A baker.”
I turned and looked at him in disbelief. “A what?”
“Yeah, I would like to bake bread for the rest of my life.”
“Why?”
Adam brought the steaming bowl of delicious-smelling food to the table before replying.
“‘Cause it tastes good and smells even better. Just like your cum.”
“Jesus,” I muttered, rubbing my forehead. “You don’t mince words, do you?”
“You know the answer to that.”
When he pulled out a chair for me, I couldn’t help but smile, but I kept my mouth shut and sat down. After he filled our plates, I took a spoonful, only to choke.
“It’s hot,” Adam warned me. “Be careful.”
“No, it’s not that. It tastes amazing. You weren’t lying when you said you could cook.”
A piercing blue gaze found mine. “I don’t lie. Unless it’s job-related and I have to. Take the bread.”
I reached for a slice. “You didn’t bake this, I presume.”
“I did, actually.”
“Wow. I’m impressed. Still, you didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”
“It was no trouble.”
“Also, you should get married so someone can enjoy your cooking skills.”
Adam chuckled. “I don’t think marriage is in the cards for me.”
“Why not?”
He cocked his eyebrow. “Do you really think someone would agree to a forever with me?”
I pointed a spoon at him. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Adam. You’re an onion, that’s all.”
“A what?”
“Yeah, you have layers,” I explained. “One has to peel you to get to the good stuff!”
“That’s definitely the weirdest shit someone said to me.”
“Are you sure about that?”
