This Isn't Me

Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

I woke up late, having stayed up watching Adam sleep for about an hour while everyone else slept. I was just so worried, but nothing happened. I stretched, finding a clean shirt and slipping it on, putting pants on and slipping my bracelet on as well. I rushed downstairs, finding Adam all by himself with a bowl of chopped pork stew. He smiled when seeing me.

“You’re finally awake.” He determined, seeming fine after what had happened yesterday.

“Where is everyone?” I questioned.

“They’ll be gone for a while, they’re heading up to Amory to get my doctor, you know, to fix my leg.” He informed me as I sat down with him. “You hungry?”

“No, I’m good.” I assured; my heart pounding. I’m alone with Adam…

“Ok.” I just sat here, watching Adam eat his breakfast, and when he finished I quickly took the bowl, washing it for him as he slowly stood, supporting his weight with the wooden crutches as he hobbled into the living room. I followed, sitting across from him as he set himself up on the couch, lying there as he grunted.

“You got messed up bad.” I bluntly stated. He laughed, nodding.

“Damn zombies got me good this time.” He assured. “Look at the beautiful day.” Adam pointed out the window to the cloudless sky, bright and cheerful in a way, lighting up my mood.

“Want to go outside?”

“Sure!” Adam agreed, struggling to get up, but getting up nonetheless. I held the door open for him, and he sat in a loveseat, lying down again as I sat down in a chair nearby. “Ugh, it feels great out here.” He determined, stretching himself out and relaxing. I leaned back with a smile, closing my eyes as the wind swept through my hair, making me sigh. It’s actually kind of stuffy in the house. I glanced over at Adam, his smile glistening in the sun, his skin and hair making me look to his eyes, but I never find there color, what a shame.

“Hey Adam…” I began, getting up and approaching, sitting at his feet. He turned his head to me.

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to tell you something.” I informed him, smiling a happy, delighted smile.

“What is-” I cut him off with a kiss as he stiffened; one hand by his head, the other on his chest. Slowly, I felt him relax, one arm moving to gently grab above the elbow of the arm I had placed on his chest. He tugged on my arm, making me fall closer to him, his right hand moving to the back of my head, his left moving to my right shoulder, his fingers delicately gliding across the fabric of my shirt. The kiss broke off, our foreheads together, and I just kept my eyes closed, waiting for what he’d say to me.

He never said anything. In fact, the only thing he did do was pull me into a more heated kiss, a more passionate one, as if he understood what I wanted to tell him now. His tongue gently stroked my bottom lip, so I parted my lips, allowing him to roam my mouth, submitting to his dominance. I moaned lightly as he began to kiss me rougher, more sloppily, and yet still controlled. I’m so glad we don’t have neighbors. I moved my hands into his soft, curled hair, running my fingers through the loose strands as hands moved to my waist. The hands soon left though as I felt him shift beneath me, then try and sit up, still kissing me. The kiss broke as I heard him grunt from pain, a very pained expression coming to his beautiful face.