goodbye again tomorrow night. She hadn't expected Adam to take her seriously when she mentioned him not getting on the plane. If she had thought for a moment that he would stay, she wouldn't have said anything.
So far, saying goodbye to Adam was tearing her apart. It was taking everything she had in her to keep from throwing her arms around his neck and begging him to stay. She was trying to convince herself it would be healthy for them to spend time apart. Just because she knew that didn't mean it was what she wanted.
“I don't know,” she said, “you can't keep putting off going home. Sooner or later, we're going to have to face reality. Maybe it's time.”
“I don't want it to be time yet,” Adam admitted. He tightened his arms around her waist and leaned down to look in her bright green eyes. “What do you want?”
“I want you to stay,” Carly sighed. She couldn't bring herself to lie to him. She would deal with her heartbreak when he finally left, and maybe, it would be easier because she would have work to keep her mind occupied tomorrow.
Without hesitation, Adam pulled the handle of his suitcase and started walking to the cabstand. “Okay, so let's go.”
Back at the apartment, Carly laid down on the couch with her head resting on a pillow on Adam's lap. She felt at peace as he stroked her hair allowing the backs of his fingers to graze her cheek.
Never before had she felt a connection to another person that allowed her to sit in silence without fidgeting. It was just another sign that what she shared with Adam after such a short time was something special.
Carly had slept wrapped in Adam's arms for four nights without either of them making passes at the other. While that was incredibly sweet and flattering, Carly desperately wanted to know if the connection they shared would extend to raw sexual chemistry.
No longer willing to wait for Adam to make the first move, Carly began skimming her fingertips along the inseam of Adam's jeans. He was wearing the pair so worn and washed that the fabric felt more like soft flannel than sturdy denim.
When Adam didn't react to the feel of her touch near his knee , she slowly allowed her fingers to work their way higher on his thigh. That got him stirring. Carly smiled as she felt his hips shifting from side to side trying to get comfortable.
It was hard to focus on the movie they were enjoying when all she wanted to do was straddle Adam's legs and press her aching core against him. She wanted to but now that she had made the first move, it was his turn.
“Carly,” Adam said breathlessly, “you're killing me here, baby.” She took that as an invitation to continue as she slid her hand under the pillow. It was a good thing she wasn't facing him when she felt the bulge in his jeans and her eyes grew wide.
Adam reached under the pillow for her wrist. “If you don't stop now, I'm not guaranteeing I'll be able to stop later,” he whispered.
“Who said I'll want you to stop?” Carly teased. “I realized that if we're going to go to all the effort to make this work, we might want to make sure it's worth the many nights we're going to spend frustrated and alone.”
“Well, when you put it that way...” Adam said rolling Carly to her back. He lifted her head so that he could slide off the couch.
She looked up at him, slightly confused and disappointed. “Come on,” he said extending a hand to help her from the couch. “We're not in high school anymore. The first time we make love is not going to be on a couch.”
Holy shit, she thought, he used the words make love. Do guys really say stuff like that? Carly had spent years trying to compartmentalize her heart from other areas of her body. She didn't make love. She screwed. She had sex. She even fucked on occasion. But, she never made love. The thought of making love to anyone, especially Adam, scared her. It implied an emotional connection she tried to avoid.
Before she could
So far, saying goodbye to Adam was tearing her apart. It was taking everything she had in her to keep from throwing her arms around his neck and begging him to stay. She was trying to convince herself it would be healthy for them to spend time apart. Just because she knew that didn't mean it was what she wanted.
“I don't know,” she said, “you can't keep putting off going home. Sooner or later, we're going to have to face reality. Maybe it's time.”
“I don't want it to be time yet,” Adam admitted. He tightened his arms around her waist and leaned down to look in her bright green eyes. “What do you want?”
“I want you to stay,” Carly sighed. She couldn't bring herself to lie to him. She would deal with her heartbreak when he finally left, and maybe, it would be easier because she would have work to keep her mind occupied tomorrow.
Without hesitation, Adam pulled the handle of his suitcase and started walking to the cabstand. “Okay, so let's go.”
Back at the apartment, Carly laid down on the couch with her head resting on a pillow on Adam's lap. She felt at peace as he stroked her hair allowing the backs of his fingers to graze her cheek.
Never before had she felt a connection to another person that allowed her to sit in silence without fidgeting. It was just another sign that what she shared with Adam after such a short time was something special.
Carly had slept wrapped in Adam's arms for four nights without either of them making passes at the other. While that was incredibly sweet and flattering, Carly desperately wanted to know if the connection they shared would extend to raw sexual chemistry.
No longer willing to wait for Adam to make the first move, Carly began skimming her fingertips along the inseam of Adam's jeans. He was wearing the pair so worn and washed that the fabric felt more like soft flannel than sturdy denim.
When Adam didn't react to the feel of her touch near his knee , she slowly allowed her fingers to work their way higher on his thigh. That got him stirring. Carly smiled as she felt his hips shifting from side to side trying to get comfortable.
It was hard to focus on the movie they were enjoying when all she wanted to do was straddle Adam's legs and press her aching core against him. She wanted to but now that she had made the first move, it was his turn.
“Carly,” Adam said breathlessly, “you're killing me here, baby.” She took that as an invitation to continue as she slid her hand under the pillow. It was a good thing she wasn't facing him when she felt the bulge in his jeans and her eyes grew wide.
Adam reached under the pillow for her wrist. “If you don't stop now, I'm not guaranteeing I'll be able to stop later,” he whispered.
“Who said I'll want you to stop?” Carly teased. “I realized that if we're going to go to all the effort to make this work, we might want to make sure it's worth the many nights we're going to spend frustrated and alone.”
“Well, when you put it that way...” Adam said rolling Carly to her back. He lifted her head so that he could slide off the couch.
She looked up at him, slightly confused and disappointed. “Come on,” he said extending a hand to help her from the couch. “We're not in high school anymore. The first time we make love is not going to be on a couch.”
Holy shit, she thought, he used the words make love. Do guys really say stuff like that? Carly had spent years trying to compartmentalize her heart from other areas of her body. She didn't make love. She screwed. She had sex. She even fucked on occasion. But, she never made love. The thought of making love to anyone, especially Adam, scared her. It implied an emotional connection she tried to avoid.
Before she could
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