If Walls Could Talk (Adamtina)

Chapter 16

Before Christina's eyes had even fully opened, her hand was already reaching for her phone. An image she'd snapped in New York last summer and saved as her screensaver stared back at her, the tiny numbers at the top telling her it was only 4:22am. Still nothing from Adam. She rolled over and gazed absently at the soft blue hue of night that filtered through her wispy white curtains.

She didn't know why she felt so disappointed. Like he was going to have called or texted her in the twenty minutes since she'd last checked. And as if he'd even be awake at this ungodly hour. Christina dropped her phone back onto her bedside table with a heavy heart and rolled back over to face the wall, her mind anxious. Through the darkness, the beige paint slowly morphed into a canvas depicting a portrait that refused to leave her heart. Soft and loving hazel eyes blinked back at her, his flushed lips slightly parted, his thick dark hair disheveled at the tips of his curls. It was the face that had gazed at her one last time before rushing out of her house yesterday. His words echoed in her ears.

"I'll call you later, okay?"

But he hadn't. He hadn't called. Texted. Nothing.

Where are you, Adam? Why haven't you contacted me?

Christina closed her eyes and tried to suppress the threat of tears as she willed herself to sleep. She'd only got home a few hours ago after her session on studio, and she had to be up again in two hours for her final day. She really needed to sleep more than anything, but her mind was too busy still devouring every moment of the epic kiss they'd shared yesterday. It just wouldn't let up and she kept reliving it. The softness of his lips haunted her lips. The sweet taste of his tongue lingered on her tongue. The need that radiated from his hands as they'd clutched her body dwelled on her body. The ache of his hungry hardness pressing against her had left her with an aching, unsatisfied hunger.

But every moment that Christina lay there attracted more anxious questions. What did the kiss mean to him? Had it felt as breathtaking to him as it had to her? Did it mean he was actually going to end things with Claire? Was he coming back to her? Or was it just a tragic gesture of goodbye? Christina's heart hurt through the options.

"I'll call you later, okay?"

Part of Christina felt angry with him. She knew she didn't really have a right to feel that way given everything that had happened, but she just couldn't help it. He should have known that ignoring her at a time like this, when he'd promised to call her, would be eating her from the inside out.

And as a heavy depression settled in her chest, nourished by the deafening silence of her phone, she lay there and waited for the call that never came before finally falling asleep.

***

When Christina's alarm buzzed at 6:15am, the first thing she did was check her phone again. Still nothing. Her heart sunk into the carpet as she lethargically stepped out of bed and dragged her heavy body into the shower.

After braiding her hair and slipping on a pair of casual jeans and plain top that echoed her mood, Christina braced the cool air of morning and climbed into her car, her knotted stomach utterly uninterested in the breakfast that was waiting for her at work. The only things she had to look forward to today were buckets of coffee and last details for tour, which were mercifully light and uncomplicated. The fact that it was her last day before a hiatus would ordinarily put her in the best of moods, but today that thought didn't appeal to her at all. The last thing she wanted right now was time alone, and she wished she'd given her upcoming time off some more thought and planning. She'd foolishly left the weeks ahead open so she could be spontaneous for once, but right now she'd have given anything to have long, distracting work days ahead or an action-packed vacation.