Entangled ✔️

Chapter 8

In which our hero comes up with a unexpected suggestion

Adam lay on his bed, unable to sleep, wondering if Ahana was thinking about their kisses. This odd girl managed to occupy so many of his thoughts. One of his regular booty calls had texted him to come over, but he declined. The whole thing scared Adam. There was no way he was attracted to Ahana.

Moreover, he was definitely not into the virgin thing. He liked girls with experience. He was no teacher, and it wasn’t a turn-on at all. Yet he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He kept seeing her deep brown eyes and long, slender fingers, remembering how her delicate, soft curls felt against his hands. He recalled the sweet curve of her mouth and the luscious smile she gave him.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” Adam said aloud to the empty room. He never had problems going to sleep and certainly not over a girl. They’d only shared a few kisses, after all. Amazing, soft, furious, passionate kisses. In some ways, it felt like his first kiss.

He pulled on sweatpants and a Syracuse sweatshirt, deciding to go for a walk. Adam always walked when he needed to think about a big story or other issues that plagued his mind.

Tonight it wasn’t helping to clear his head at all. Ahana was a sweet girl—misguided, but sweet. She loved Jason, and in a strange way, they would be very good together. Meisha was, for sure, not good for Jason…or, for that matter, any guy. She was arm candy, and like any candy, she was addictive in a very bad way.

Adam was definitely no saint, but he wasn’t evil. If anything, he was flawed, and he could admit that about himself. He wanted to feel like an outsider, observing this bizarre situation like a journalist should. But now he was completely vested in this crazy entanglement. Why shouldn’t he be? Jason was his oldest friend. And then there was Ahana, who he now thought of as a friend too.

Fuck, maybe they should all go on Dr. Phil and get some resolution. He imagined Meisha throwing a chair at Ahana and laughed. Then again, Ahana probably wouldn’t duck. Why wouldn’t she? He had looked up her bio at work, and she had an impressive résumé. She was a brilliant Professor and did more pro bono work than any professor there. She was accomplished and successful, but she acted like such a pushover, at least when it came to her friend.

Ahana had seemed so brash and ballsy the first time he met her. She had made sexual comments about the leggy blonde screaming his name. Ahana was right. The blonde, Candace or Connie or whatever her name was, had screamed his name over and over when her legs were wrapped around his neck later that night. Adam didn’t say her name back though. He couldn’t remember it, even when they were in the throes of passion.

He was only thinking of the Pulitzer, the most coveted prize in journalism, and…Ahana. How could she be so perceptive about him, yet so stupid when it came to her own life?

Right now, he wasn’t thinking of the Pulitzer at all. All his thoughts were focused on her. Was she thinking about him? He doubted it. She was busy dreaming about good old Jason. He texted her, knowing it was too late for her to answer.

Hey, Are you Okay?

He was surprised to get a text right back.

Yep. Why?

Just wanted to make sure.

R U feeling guilty, mister?

Adam laughed. He was feeling guilty.

You got me.

Don’t. It was a very nice first kiss. One I’ll remember.

Want to meet for lunch tomorrow?