Road to Evergreen | #Wattys2016

t h i r t y - n i n e

"Lesley," Adam whispers in my ear.

"Adam," I whisper back. I'm in heaven. My head is laying on his chest as my body floats with joy.

After Lucian left, Adam squeezed himself next to me on the couch and I let him hold me. We've been in this position for almost an hour now. My body wanted to sleep but my mind kept snoozing me awake. I might never get to have this moment again. I'm not wasting it.

"We need to talk," I break the silence.

"I know," he let's out a sigh.

I force my self out of his arms and sit across the room.

"I can't be near you when we talk. You're a distraction," I explain.

He nods with agreement.

"I don't know where to start," I stroke my hair behind my ear. Where should I start? Asking questions? Comforting him with why I left? Or am I supposed to be mad of what he did yesterday?

"God, this is harder than I thought it will be," I groan.

"So let me help you," Adam offers and I nod in return.

He fixes himself on the couch, and places his elbows on his knees forming a fist with his hands as he holds his chin.

"Why did you come here?" He asks.

"Because I love you," and I'm trying to beg you back.

"If you love me, then why did you leave me?" He arches an eyebrow as I do a stare of shame.

His brother just walked out of his door and If I tell him, he might never be allowed back. I'm in no position to say anything.

"God dammit, Lesley. Answer me," his voice comes out desperate.

I close my eyes preventing tears from forming in my eyes.

"Fine. I'll come to this question later," he sighs.

"Who's that guy you were dancing with at the bar?" He asks as his eyes turn into slits.

"Who was the girl you were dancing with at the bar?" I bark.

"If you won't answer my questions, then why did you come here?" I hear a hint of exhaustion behind his voice.

"I don't know, Adam. I just.. I miss you. And being away from you drives me mad. I'm turning crazy," tears stream down my cheeks as I startle a laugh.

I wipe them away and continue, "he's a friend I met a week ago."

"She's a girl I met yesterday." His words fill my ears with pain.

I look up to meet his eyes and I see a hint of pride behind them. He's proud of what he did. He's proud he can hurt me. He's an arrogant prude.

"You're an asshole," I storm by him and reach for the door until he pulls me back and pins me on the wall.

"I'm the asshole? You broke up with me. The last time I checked we weren't even together. You have no right to be pissed at me when you were doing the same thing with him," his gaze is intense.

"I didn't shove my tongue in his damn mouth!" I start yelling.

"You sure about that?" He smirks.

I slap him. Hard. His face widen with shock as he pins me harder on the wall. Our eyes never break contact until he takes me in for a hug.

I expected him to yell at me or kick me out but hugging me? That was the least of my expectations. These are the smallest things that make me fall harder for him. I bury my nose in his neck as I nuzzle his scent.