Untouch me. |Starring Adam Levine|

Part 13.

Adam's driver had dropped me off at my place that afternoon. Since there was a break in filming The Voice now that the live shows were coming up, I hadn't seen Adam in a few weeks, and that was probably for the best. I didn't know what he had done to me, but I couldn't get him off of my mind.

I wasn't the girl that slept around with random guys, let alone my coach on a television show. But this seemed to mean more to me than I wanted to admit. Of course Kate had gotten all FBI-agent on me and asked me every question that popped up in to her head during the week after my "one night stand" with Mr. Adam Levine. She started to notice my mood changes. I could be happily laughing one moment, watching TV and start sulking only two minutes after I saw a cute couple. I knew I shouldn't want this. I knew it hadn't meant to him what it eventually showed to mean to me. I knew I shouldn't want to have sex or anything else with someone who was my coach on a national TV show and also the sexiest man on earth, according to the copy of People Magazine that I had thrown away after reading the article on Adam for what must have been the millionth time.

 It wasn't that easy. I couldn't just say that I didn't care. I couldn’t throw away the way I felt like I threw out the magazine.  I couldn't get the images of that one night out of my mind. At night I would dream of him, sometimes weird dreams that had nothing to do with love or things couples do, but he was there. He slipped into my mind when I wasn’t paying attention to anything and even when I was doing so. One moment I was watching a horror movie, hoping the lead character wouldn’t get killed, and the next moment I was reliving the ways Adam had touched me when we had both woken up in the same bed.

There was no escaping him. Even if he didn’t occupy my mind for about ninety percent of the time, he would still be on talk shows I watched. He would be singing on the radio channels I listened to and popping up in every magazine I laid my eyes on.

I was pretty sure I was going crazy. I knew there had to be a way to stop thinking about him, and part of me had already admitted that I didn’t really want to. It may have seemed to be about sex only, but at the party, before all the kissing and asking me to come home with him, Adam and I had actually had a very good conversation. We talked about his career, about who I wanted to be as an artist. We talked about our love lives, and we spoke about my ex David, who had left me without any reason.

Adam’s eyes had told me a lot more about the person he was behind the rock star, television personality. The way he had looked at me while listening to me talk made my legs feel weak and I knew I had let myself think too much again.

I really had to stop doing this.

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 "Just call her already, Adam."

"Why? We should keep things professional and she's on a break. I can't just call her about nothing."

James looked at Adam and he raised his eyebrows. "Then please stop complaining about her."

Adam folded his arms across his chest. James was right, of course. No need to complain if there was nothing anybody could do about it. But man, was it hard. He hadn't stopped thinking about her after that night. She was stuck in his head, and he wasn't used to not getting what he wanted. She had to like him, even if it was just a little bit. She wouldn't have gone home with him if she didn't like him, right?

But she was drunk. He thought.

Not when we woke up together.

This constant debate had kept his mind busy for the past week. He was falling for her and he knew it all too well. The problem was that it wasn't that big of a deal if she liked him or not… Well, sure it was. But there were more obstacles than her personal preferences towards him. She was a contestant on The Voice. He was her coach. People would say he picked her because they were having sex. That would ruin her career before it had even kicked in. And she deserved a career: she worked hard and reminded Adam of him when his band wasn't famous yet.

It would also ruin his career. He could forget being on The Voice ever again. He would lose the million dollar contract and his fans would be disgusted. His publicist would kill him and the producers of the show would sue him. There was nothing about this situation that made it look worth the risk.

But he wanted her so bad.

He knew James was right. All of his friends and other band members were right. If he wanted to risk everything he had worked for so hard, he should just call her. He couldn’t quite grasp why they would tell him to do so. It’s not as if they wouldn’t be affected by his choice if he would call her and ask her out.

If she’d say yes.

Maybe she was smarter than he was. Maybe she didn’t even feel the way he felt. Maybe he was the only idiot to let it come this far.

It didn’t really matter. There was a choice to be made, and the sooner he made it, the better. He was pretty sure James was going to hit him with his guitar if he said her name one more time without taking any action.

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 I was lounging around the apartment when my phone started to ring. I grumpily got up from the couch and crossed the small apartment to the kitchen table, where I’d left my phone.

I was almost too late for answering, so I pressed the green button at the same time I saw the caller’s ID. Adam L.

I took a deep breath before actually pressing my phone to my ear and saying “hello?”.

“Ehm, hi, Ly. It’s Adam.”

“I figured.” I said chuckling. I was happy to find myself acting normal, not nervous or awkward. Maybe the fact that this was a surprise call worked out in my favor.

“Right.” He laughed. “I just wanted to let you know that I thought it might be a good idea to practice already this week.”

I furrowed my brows. We didn’t have practice this week. I would’ve doubted myself if I had not seen my scheme hanging on the fridge. The next practice would be in two weeks, not now.

“Ehm, the scheme we received says we’d practice in two weeks, not this week…”

I was able to distinguish a very silent sigh from Adam’s side of the line.

“I know, but I thought you could use some extra practice, since you’re not yet as far evolved as the rest of the contestants.”

I can’t say that didn’t hit home. I thought I was doing better. I guess not.

“Oh, well. Sure then. When?”

“What about Wednesday around noon, in The Voice building?”

“Sure. Great. I’ll see you then, Adam.” I knew I sounded disappointed, and that wasn’t what I was trying to communicate. There was nothing left from my “acting-normal attitude”.

“Okay, bye Ly.”

I walked over to the couch before throwing my phone on it and lying down. I closed my eyes and breathed deep in and out. I didn’t want to be stressed again. I was finally accepting the fact that I was going to be in the live shows, now Adam had me stressing out already.

As if it wasn’t bad enough that he apparently didn’t think I could sing properly, I also was afraid of seeing him again. It would be the first time after our nightly adventure, and I really didn’t want to think of how he would react. I knew it was all a stupid mistake that we shouldn’t have gone through with, but I didn’t like thinking of it like that.

I didn’t like regretting stuff, and I wouldn’t. Not even the intimate moments Adam and I had shared and could possibly ruin everything for far more people than just the two of us.

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