The Book Of Me & You

"Goodbye Didn't Hit You Like It Hit Me"

Making out on her bed, his left hand went to her jaw, sloppily molding his mouth against hers as they slowly started to descend down, their heads leaning against the wall.

His right hand trailed up against the top of her outer thigh, applying more pressure as she tightened her core and drew her legs in. Pushing back against his lips a fraction, her breathing increased, subtly moving his hand down, away from the hem of the bottom of her dress. He didn't get the memo though, grinding into her more and putting his hand on her butt

Amy's eyes sprung open, drawing back entirely, squinting, "What the hell was that?" Moving away from reach by springing off the bed, "What did you think was going to happen tonight?" Her face held anger, red and raging.

"What?" Adam panted, his fingers twitching, "you started it! You invited me over here!"

"Yeah to talk, and hang out - not to have sex with me!" She fumed, tears threatening her vision, "I'm not like that! I've only ever been with one guy, and I'm not ready for another physical relationship. Especially with someone I barely know!" She was crying now, her emotions betraying her by bringing Ricky into her mind, the sad look in his eyes as he cried against the window, breaking her. "I'm sorry, I'm just not ready for that..."

Adam raked his fingers through his blonde hair, blowing a breath from his cheeks, "I misread the signals - that's on me." Pressing his long fingers into the mattress as he rose to stand, putting his tattooed hand on her cheek, "I like you, Amy. It's cool if you're specific - it's... refreshing..." Amy cocked a brow at his statement, not really knowing what to make out of it. "I just meant that it's nice that you don't just give it out to every guy you meet - like most girls do." Her look didn't change, prompting him to draw his cheeks up and squint, still not getting his wording right, chuckling "I'm really bad at words"

Nodding, Amy giggled under her breath, smiling before straightening and grabbing the back of his neck, "I really really like you, Adam..." molding her mouth to his again, her other hand resting on the base of his arm.

The door flew open, Emery's face contorting in disgust as she threw her bag on the floor, and caught sight of them, "Ugh, get a room you two!" Adam threw up his middle finger at her, prompting Amy to giggle against his lips.

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"Daddy..." He squeaked against the blanket covering half of his face, poking his index finger into the softer spot of his dad's bicep, "daddy..."

Twitching at the disturbance it took a few more gentle pokes before he opened one eye and saw him standing there. "John?" Ricky quickly shot up, concern taking over his features as he reached out to touch his son's arm, "What's wrong, buddy?"

"Um -um" John sniffled a few times, his breath increasing like it often did before he threw a tantrum. His eyes looked away quickly, rising the blanket further over his head, "I - I'm sc-awr-ed... d-air mon-stwers in my woom..."

Releasing the breath he didn't know he was holding in, Ricky closed his eyes - silently thankful that his son's issue was trivial, "John, there's no monsters in there. Monsters aren't real - go back to bed." Patting John's head gently, he brushed his thumb across his hand reassuringly as the baby monitor by his head released its nightly shriek across the small apartment, aiding in the late night wakeup.

John's eyes widened, sucking in his chest, "See, d-air are mon-stwers!"

Shaking his head, Ricky slung his legs over the side, yawning into the air, "That's not a monster, John - that's Emma."

Following him, John grasped onto his shirt tail as they were greeted by his baby sister screaming with her hands tightly attached to the bars of the crib. Emma did this almost every night since their mommy left.