Irresistible

9 ×Accomodations×

Accommodations

It's been two days since I impulsively decided to stay with Adam. It's been a lot easier than I had thought. I slept in a spare room, he slept in his master bedroom and we mostly avoided each other, but it felt wrong to me. Even though, I wanted space, having him right there, but never associating with him was almost pure torture.

On day number three, I woke up earlier than usual before padding down to the kitchen with my bare feet and fluffy pajama bottoms with just a cotton tank top. I assumed that Adam would be at work by now, but when I entered the kitchen, he was there, leaning against the counter, holding a coffee mug and his phone, wearing only a pair of thin cotton pj bottoms that hung low on his waist.

I stifled a laugh as I took him in, ignoring the hard defined muscles, the messy hair, and the bulge between his hips. He looked up at me in surprise.

"Are those little kittens with unicorn horns on your pants," I asked with barely contained laughter. I saw his cheeks darken slightly and I knew he was embarrassed as he stood up straight.

"What are you doing up so early," he asked, swiftly dodging my question. With a wicked smile, I replied.

"I'm wondering if its like one of those "real men wear pink" kind of things, or if you're just absolutely shameless," I stated with a small giggle.

His jaw locked and his nostrils flared in obvious mock annoyance. He held out his arms, as if in surrender.

"Hate on me, and tease me all you want," he began. Then he leaned forward over the kitchen island between us, with only inches of space to separate out faces. His breath smelled like sweet coffee and peppermint as he whispered, "but only real men wear cotton pajamas with adorable kittycorns on them." He winked and I laughed so hard I snorted.

"I can't even with you. You're such an idiot," I said through my laughter. He chuckled too and I took a deep breath before licking my dry lips.

When I looked back up, his gaze was locked on my mouth and the mood went from playful to somber. I took in a sharp breath and looked away.

"I thought you were supposed to be at work by now," I asked. His eyes snapped up to meet mine and he shrugged.

"It's my day off for the week," he said. I nodded awkwardly and he spoke again. "Wanna grab lunch with me? You can pick."

I thought about it for a moment, and answered.

"Sure. Noon?"

He nodded in agreement and then there was a knocking on the door. Adam stood up and wet to answer it while I made a cup of coffee. A familiar voice rang through into the kitchen and I froze.

"Where the hell is she," Alex demanded.

"Who," Adam responded calmly. Somehow, the calm coldness seemed scarier than him being angry.

"Don't give me that shit. Tell me where she is. I know she's here, and I'll push my way through if I have to," Adam fired back.

There was a few seconds of silence and I was barely able to make out Adam's words so I softly padded towards the doorway to hear better.

"-been using again, haven't you? You promised me that you'd stay away from the drugs Alex," his low voice was full of disappointment and concern. Adam actually seemed to care about his little brother. But the context of what he had said, caused my eyebrows to raise to my hairline.

"Look, I just had a couple hits. It doesn't matter and you shouldn't care anymore, I'm fine. I just need to see her," Alex said, with an uncharacteristically skittish voice.