If Walls Could Talk (Adamtina)

Chapter 8

Christina felt her mouth fall open with shock as tears started to seep into the corners of her mouth.

"You've said all the right things at the worst possible time!" Adam continued, his inflamed eyes not leaving hers for a moment. "You're too late, Christina... How on earth am I supposed to believe that this has nothing to do with the fact that you're losing me and you can't just handle it?"

"Of course it has something to do with that!" Christina shouted back through a sob. "But how does that make it any less real?" She wiped her cheeks with her hands, Adam's own fingers twisting in his lap like he wanted so badly to reach out to her but couldn't.

"Are you kidding?" He asked, his voice thick with emotion. "Because it means that if I actually..." Adam's throat closed up in protest before he continued, his voice shaky and breathless. "If I actually - If I left Claire to get back with you, it means the minute you get bored with me again, you'll leave me."

Is he actually considering... Oh my God.

"I was never bored with you... " Christina pleaded through her tears before Adam cut back in.

"Okay not bored... fighting! Whatever. The next time we go through a rough patch and start arguing again... couples fight, Christina. You can't fucking run every time that happens."

"I know, Adam..." Christina begged, her tears now in full flow. "I know that now. I'd never really been in love after my ex-husband and I just didn't know how to handle it... I thought us fighting was a bad thing. I'm so sorry... I don't know what else I can say!"

Adam leaned forward and put his forehead in his hands, his breath fast and heavy.

"I know that now... I'd be different, I swear." Christina could hear how much she was pleading now. Begging for him. Her heart heaved with such hope that he might actually be considering leaving Claire for her that she felt like it was going to rip right through her chest.

And suddenly Adam released a loud sigh and fell back in his seat, moving his body a few inches away from Christina's.

"I can't believe we're even having this conversation," he breathed, his voice weak and fractured. He ran his fingers through his hair. "This is so fucking wrong, Christina. This is so, so wrong."

And she felt her hope begin to break off into pieces as the photo of the two smiling faces tormented the corner of her eye. "I know," she replied sadly.

Adam suddenly looked at her, his face full of anguish before he looked away again. "I don't think I can have you here right now..." he whispered huskily. "Maybe it was a bad idea to invite you here... I'm so sorry."

Christina wiped more tears from her eyes as she looked back at Adam who was starting to turn green. Thick, living guilt invaded her insides. "Adam, how do I say I'm sorry... "

Suddenly Adam's eyes fell on the photo of him and Claire, which he gazed at for a long moment, his face flat. "This is so bad, Christina," he said under his breath. "You being here in this house... us talking about these things... you wearing that dress, which I know you wore to drive me fucking crazy..."

What?

Adam dropped his head into his hands. "I just feel so fucking guilty. I hate the way I fucking feel right now. No one should feel this way right before their wedding."

"I'm so sorry," Christina whispered again, and before she knew what she was doing, she reached across and placed her hand gently on top of Adam's. A sudden bolt of electricity burst through their joined skin as Adam's eyes flicked back to Christina's and they looked at each other in surprise. Part of her felt like she should remove her hand, but at the same time, every instinct in her body was screaming at her not to let go. Her breath hitched and she was about to move away when she felt the tips of Adam's fingers slowly curl around hers and press their skin together. Her heart rose up in her throat.