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He closes his eyes, breathing in heavily.
“Y’all are literally the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. Please do that every time you see each other from now on.” Kenna has caught up to us and is grinning from ear to ear like a dork.
She’s holding her phone like she just took a picture.
Adam releases one arm, keeping the other wrapped around my shoulders so we can walk.
“Have you had dinner?” he asks me, leaning in and sending shivers down my neck with his breath.
“No, that’s where we were headed. You?” I peer up, licking my lips and looking at his again.
“Stop, or I’ll never be able to stop,” he whispers, his eyes reading mine.
I laugh, biting my lip. He shifts uncomfortably.
“Are we ever going to eat tonight? Hey, Harley, do me a favor and answer your phone, so I don’t have to wait so long for dinner,” Dan walks by us.
“Hey,” Adam barks, grabbing his arm roughly. “Try that again.”
Dan swivels to me, a plastic grin on his face. “Good evening, Harley. How are you?” he says sarcastically, jerking his arm out of Adam’s grip.
“I’m wonderful. What’s your problem?” I question. I haven’t done anything wrong, so I’d like to know what his deal is.
He startles, eyes blinking up at Adam, then back down at me. I look up at Adam to see him glaring at his brother.
“What?” I question, the anxious tone spiking in my voice.
“Nothing,” Adam grits out.
Dan storms ahead of us. I step out of Adam’s embrace.
“You’re not going to tell me what his problem is?” I ask, my voice low. Heat is beginning to crawl over my chest.
He sighs, looking up at me. “He’s worried about…me being with you. Not because he has a problem with it. Look, it’s hard to explain and…” He trails off, rubbing his eyes, forearms flexing.
My heart is beating out of my chest.
“Try. Try to explain it to me. What’s the issue?”
He doesn’t even know the worst parts about me yet. If what he does know is too much…he’ll never be able to handle the rest.
He reaches for me, his finger brushing over my wrists and pulling me toward him. “Hey, hey…don’t be worried. It’s nothing you’ve done, okay? Please know that. This is a problem with him, not you. We were raised…differently. To believe that girls should look and act and…dress a certain way. You don’t fit that description, and he doesn’t get it.” His eyes are pleading with me.
“I want you…so much. You are not what I expected—in the best way possible. You’ve thrown my world into a free fall, and I’m on the edge of my seat with the excitement. I don’t care who says what. You’re mine…if you want to be.” His fingers brush over my cheek, trailing into my hairline. “Please let me prove that to you. I don’t care what anyone thinks, not even my stupid brother.” He finishes with his forehead pressed to mine, our bodies flush.
I back away enough to see into his eyes. “Are you sure you…really want me? You don’t even know much about my past—”
He cuts me off, “I don’t care what you’ve done. I don’t care who you’ve been with, how many, nothing. You’re perfect in every way.” He’s convinced, no shadow of a doubt.
I sigh, relieved.
“I believe you, and that’s enough for me. I just don’t get what his problem is. Is it the tattoos?” I ask, voice timid.
“Partly, yeah. You just have that…sexy bad-girl thing. Which is exactly what I’m addicted to, so…” He smirks, looking over me. “Are you, uh, wearing pants?”
I laugh. “Yes, they’re spandex.” I lift my oversize shirt to show him the volleyball jersey-type shorts.
He gulps, focusing on my legs. “They look like panties. Which I’m at least glad you have some of those on today,” he says.
