I don't know when, or how, but I think that night in the hospital watching Adam cry, I fell in love with him all over again. It's strange, really how when you once love someone, how the feelings never really go away,
But come stronger. And that's how I felt. I was In love with the way he held Olivia. I was in love with his sorrow, and I was in love with the way he seemed more non-innocent. Later that night, he came up to me and we talked
For hours. We talked about that day we met, and I told him I was in love with him. He smiled and told me he loved me too, but Olivia needed him. And I understood. I couldn't have Adam. But she could. And she needed him way more than I did. But, as soon as he said it, his lips were crashing into mine, and our hands rummaged over each other's bodies. Right there In the waiting room by ourselves. We snuck away eventually to my car.
"Are you scared," Adam asked brushing hair out of my eyes.
"Yes. I'm scared that maybe you don't love me."
"But I do. I love you so much, and that's something I could never say to Olivia."
He laid on me, and kissed my neck. I wanted to rip my clothes off. I wanted to rip his off. But I just took in a deep breath. His smooth lips working their way to my collarbone. And slowly, slowly we were making love, naked.
