Always Adam

Chapter 17

By one o'clock I can tell I'm pretty drunk. Rick is dancing closer and I'm letting him touch me. I find myself getting a bit touchy with Rick also. He's really cute and he seems to like me. It's a new feeling for me. He tells me how beautiful I am. He plays with my hair. I know I should stop him, but I just can't seem to do it. When he leans in close, I feel myself being yanked away. I turn to find Adam. He looks really pissed. I turn back to Rick and he looks even more pissed.

"What the fuck," I hear Rick yell to Adam. I watch as the two of them have words. Adam shoved me behind him so I can't hear what they are saying. Finally Rick turns and stalks off. Adam takes my hand and leads me off the dance floor. TJ and Donnie are nowhere in sight. "What'd you do that for," I ask him slightly pissed. He looks shakes his head. "What," I say swaying slightly. He wraps me in his arms and pulls me towards him. I feel his lips touch my ear. I suck in a breath. "He was a second away from kissing you Carly. Is that what you wanted," he asks. I think about it for a second. Was that what I wanted. Did I really want my first kiss to be with a stranger in a club.

I shake my head no. I feel a tear roll down my cheek. It lands on Adams arm. He pulls back to look at me. Another tear slides down my cheek and he gently wipes it away. He hugs me close to him. I snuggle into his chest and close my eyes. I had too much to drink. I suddenly feel sick. I pull his head down to my lips. "I need to leave," I say into his ear. My lips softly brushing his ear. I can feel him shudder from the touch of my lips. He takes my hand and leads me towards the exit.

He helps me to the car. I'm cold. I should have brought a coat to leave in the car. He gets in the driver side and starts the car. "Come here," he tells me when he sees how cold I am. My teeth are chattering and I have goose bumps the size of an actual goose. I slide over to him and he pulls me into his arms to warm me. I snuggle in and fall fast asleep. I sleep in his arms until Ava climbs into the back of the car. The car is warm and cozy now. It's after two.

I slide back over to my own spot and put my seat belt on. "What happened," Ava asks me. "Nothing why," I say looking back at her. "With you and the cute buzz cut guy," she says grinning at me. "Did you get his number. He was super cute," she adds as Adam drives seeming to be ignoring us. "No Ava. He's twenty four. Why on earth would I want to date a guy that old." She laughs at me. "It's not that old Carly. Besides he was super hot and totally into you." She winks at me.

I ignore her. I know what she's doing. She's trying to make Adam jealous. He was super cute and did seem to like me, but he was also a horny drunk hoping to get lucky. "I'm not stupid Ava. He was more interested in getting into my skirt than he was in me. I should have never let myself get that way with him. I gave him the wrong idea. I had too much to drink. I almost wasted my first kiss on him," I say completely forgetting Adam was there. Ava looks at me with her mouth open. "Shit Carly, are you serious." I don't say anything for several seconds. When I shake my head yes she is left speechless.

Adam walks me to my apartment when we get to my place. I open the door and turn to him. "Thanks for tonight," I say sincerely. "If you hadn't been there, I would have most likely done something I would have regretted once sober. I know it's just a first kiss, but I've been waiting all this time for a reason. I want my first kiss to be with someone special," I'm explaining slightly embarrassed. I'm not sure why I feel the need to explain about the kiss. I guess I don't want Adam to think I'm strange. I'm still drunk so who knows what I'm saying and why. I go inside and lock the door behind me. I barely get the catholic girl outfit off before collapsing on my bed in my underwear and bra.

I wake to my head pounding. I'm lying in a puddle of drool. I roll over and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I'm not sure if the pounding is in my head or at my door. I feel like shit. I attempt to sit up and immediately collapse back on the bed. How much did I drink last night. What was I thinking. I finally figure out the pounding was most likely in my head. I groan. I look over at the clock and see its three forty in the afternoon. I lay there till four thirty and then stagger to the bathroom. I immediately down several aspirin with a glass of water. I brush my teeth three times. I strip out of my bra and underwear. I climb in the shower and wait to feel alive again.