Falling Forbidden (Unfinished)

15 Say Good Girl Again, Please

Selena

2 weeks later

The next two weeks have been a social roller coaster of burnouts. Between going to the gym, doing homework, group chatting with coworkers, and living with Adam, I've been feeling so overwhelmed.

Not to mention, I have to research how to move to Germany, but Julie keeps bothering me about how I'm not planning the wedding. And I told her she can do whatever she wants, I don't care. She seems more excited about it than me anyway.

Then I felt guilty, because she clearly wants this to be a mother-daughter experience. So I've agreed to go try on wedding dresses tomorrow, which I'm so not looking forward to.

I don't even have the privacy to cry and let this stress melt off. I can't scream. Can't dance around and stim to my heart's content. I'm completely trapped. Mentally, emotionally, physically.

So on Tuesday night, when I open the freezer after the gym, to heat up my favorite pasta, and I notice that there's no more left...

I cry.

Thank God Adam is in the shower, because he'd take me to a psych ward. Who cries over a four dollar frozen Whole Foods dinner?

I do.

I'm at a zero. I have no willpower to choose what to eat. My brain is shutting down.

"Why are you still here?" Adam snaps behind me, making me flinch.

I turn around and—

He's butt naked with his shlong out.

"Ah!" I scream, ducking under the kitchen island. "What's wrong with you!"

I just saw his dick. I just saw his dick. I just saw his—

"I've told you to be in your room." He scolds.

I peek behind the kitchen at his flexed buttcheeks as he bends over the couch to grab his clothes.

Holy moly. He has the perfect inverted-triangle, beastly, wide-shouldered physique.

After Leah's surgery went well—thank God—Adam's been a little more social. But he's still stressed out that we haven't found the stalker.

And my wonderful father won't give us any new information. Apparently, his booty was tickled when he said that my brain is fucked up and I didn't call the next day to apologize.

Can you imagine? Such a horrible daughter...

"You haven't had food yet?" He brings me back to the present and passes me, opening the fridge.

He's changed to a clean pair of black shorts, but as always, he's shirtless.

I hate when he doesn't wear a shirt. It's simply impossible to look at him without bursting like a boiled tomato. My face immediately burns up.

"No, I'm not hungry tonight." I rush to go to my room.

"Wait." Not a request. It's an order. "Why not? Are you out of your food already?"