Definition Of Imperfect

Chapter 19: Tears of Happiness

Chapter 19!

We have been driving for ten minutes now and Adam keeps sneaking glances in my direction. I can tell from his rigid body and his solid grip on the steering wheel that he's trying to stop himself from blurting out what's on his mind.

Sighing I study his body language for a a few more second before speaking, "Spit it out Adam."

His head snaps up in my direction in Shock. I guess he wasn't expecting me to notice the conflicting battle going on in his head. He stares at me for a few seconds before turning his gaze back to the road.

"What do you mean?" He questions. His eyesbrows furrow in determination, trying desperately to act like he doesn't know what I'm talking about.

A very unattractive snort emits from me as he words register in my brain. "Adam, you're gripping that steering wheel like your life depends on it and you keep steeling very nervous glances in my direction. You want to say something, so say it!" I speak calmly.

Adams grip on the steering wheel visibly relaxes and a small sigh escapes his lips. "Smart ass." he mutters under his breath. However, it was loud enough for me to hear.

I respond by gently slapping him on the shoulder, which receives a low chuckle from him in return. Adam immediately  slows down the truck and parks in on the side of the road and he turns his body in the seat to face me.

Adam looks around his car before settling his eyes on me. His beautiful brown eyes stare intently at me as he begins to speak. "You don't have to answer this if you don't want to but it's been on my mind since I very first saw you on the soccer field, I-" his rambling is stopped by me slapping a hand over his mouth.

"Adam, shut up and get on with it." I mutter in annoyance. Why is he acting so nervous about this, the worst that can happen is me refusing to answer his question, which is highly unlikely because he already knows so much more about me than most people do. He could ask me anything and I would answer because I trust him.

I trust Adam Johnston with my life, and that is a scary thought.

My train of thought is broken as Adam sticks his tongue out and licks my hand. I immediately retract my hand and wipe it on his shirt in disgust. "Adam," I whine. "That is disgusting, I don't want your herpes infested Silvia on me!"

"Stop being dramatic cupcake." Adam says rolling his eyes but a small smile playing on his gorgeous lips is contradicting his annoyance.

"Then stop being such a girl and get on with it." I resort quickly. Adams face turns from amused to serious at my comment.

"Why did you hide the fact you play soccer from me?" He asks nonchalantly. However, a flicker of hurt flashes through his eyes before he quickly conceals it with with curiosity.

A small sigh escapes my lips. I was expecting it to be something like this, but the fact Adam thought I would be reluctant to answer causes a small twang of guilt to form in my heart.

Adam thinks I don't trust him.

I grab his hand that's sitting haphazardly in his lap and squeeze it gently.

"It's not that I don't trust you Adam because I do. I just couldn't tell you, hell I couldn't tell anyone." I look down at my lap.