I watched as Adam reversed his car into the parking garage, passing my mother's dead one as he did. The whole car ride was silent. I was still upset, so I chose not to speak, and Adam did not try to cajole me. There was no discussion on what the destination of our journey was. It was just understood that we were going to the pool house in the quiet.
The garage door thumped down to the floor, trapping us inside. We took the back door, which led us into the basement. Then, like thieves of the night, we tipped-toed through the stairs and into the kitchen. Adam made sure to open the doors like a slight breeze, slow and without much force. We heard the TV laugh and scream from the living room as we walked through. Adam grabbed my hand to hurry me along.
"Phew, that was thrilling!" Adam exclaimed once we made it out.
I ignored him once more, but now it was more so because the sight I was facing made me speechless. This was the first time I was here at night time. The pool I noticed had soft waves because of the summer breeze. In addition, several large yellow lights were hanging around the backyard. The lights and moon's reflections in the water made the pool look like a night sky painting.
We continued our path towards the pool house, my eyes still on the view, but it soon disappeared as Adam, and I were into the warm shelter of the house.
"You want something to drink," he asked as he opened the fridge and got out what looked like a beer.
"No," I said.
"Still with the one-word answers, huh?" He observed. "I only have some beer in the fridge, but I can get you something else."
"No."
"I can get you some wine if you don't want beer. I would have to go back to the main house tho. The cellar is in the basement," He continued.
He opened his beer and took a seat on one of the chairs surrounding the kitchen island.
"I don't drink," I said, getting annoyed.
"I know you don't," he smiled. "But got you to say more words."
"Congratulations, you are so very smart," I said, staying close to the door. If Adam pissed me off once more, I was going to walk out. I didn't care if I had to walk all the way home.
"You're gonna be in a crap mood all night?" He asked, taking a sip.
"Sorry if I am not so bubbly today. My hand still hurts from yesterday, and that kinda thing puts me into a crappy mood." I said.
He put the beer down, got up, and walked over to me. He grabbed my hand, the wrong one, and rubbed it.
"Wrong hand genius." A small smile broke out without my permission. I handed him the other hand. This time he kissed this hand.
"I am so sorry. I didn't realize I hurt you." He genuinely said. "I am an asshole."
"Well, the first step to solving any problem is admitting it." I patted him on the shoulders supportively. Then I snapped my hand back, pointedly. "Oh shit, sorry I am touching you again without your permission. Even though you've been touching me without my permission all this time."
"I am sorry! I really am. I have to work on my temper. I know I do! It won't happen again! I promise!" He kissed both my hands 2 more times.
"You're so lucky you're cute." I wrapped my hands around his neck.
"Yeah, I know." He agreed and now kissed my lips.
As we kissed, I had a calming feeling like all was right with the world.
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Mr.Cater's Maid
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