table with two chairs. Their knees touched beneath it. Electricity
shot through Elyse at the contact, and zeroed right in between her thighs.
Adam’s
face was impassive, but he must have felt something, too. He pushed his chair
back far enough to give their legs a few inches of space and shifted in his
seat. “I wasn’t sure you’d show up.”
“I
wasn’t either,” she admitted. She didn’t tell him she had almost decided not
to. It was her unexpected reunion with Latisha that made her change her mind.
Latisha’s courage made Elyse all the more aware of her own cowardice. It shamed
her into realizing she’d never get free of the past until she faced up to it.
And that meant facing Adam.
His
eyebrows rose. “Because I was an ass yesterday?”
“No.
You weren’t an ass. I was just feeling…I don’t know. Overwhelmed, I guess.” She
picked up her knife and began tracing patterns on the paper placemat. Catching
herself, she set the knife down again.
“But
you’re here.” He took her hand again. “I’m glad.” He paused a moment. “You’re
not sorry about last night?”
Elyse
didn’t even have to think. “No.” She glanced around surreptitiously. A few of
the other tables were occupied, but she and Adam were far enough away to keep
their discussion private. She had no intention of airing their personal
business in public.
“At
least we’ve got that going for us.” Adam kept his voice low, respecting her
desire for privacy. “We’ve always been good together that way.”
“It
doesn’t solve anything,” she told him. Sure, the sex was good. But so what?
They couldn’t spend all their time in bed.
“I
meant what I said this morning,” Adam lowered his head, moving it closer to
hers. “I want more.”
“Hi,
I’m Melissa, and I’ll be your server this evening!” A perky young woman
appeared out of nowhere like a genie, handing them menus and wearing a
professional smile. They jerked back, as though caught in the middle of a kiss.
Their server took their drink orders, recited the specials, and promised to be
back shortly.
As
Melissa moved away, Elyse perused the menu. At a nearby table a young couple
sat, maybe on a first date. The guy looked nervous and a little too eager to
impress the girl, chattering on about his Facebook page while his date sat
quietly, looking slightly bored.
Adam
set his menu aside. Elyse glanced at him.
“You
know what you’re getting?”
“What
I always get here. The Buffalo chicken wrap.” He folded his arms, his decision
made.
Elyse
smiled. He’d always been that way. Whenever he found something he liked, he
stuck with it. No changes.
Except
when it came to her.
Her
smiled vanished, and the words on her menu melted into a blur. But her voice
was calm enough when she remarked, “Still like the spicy stuff, I see.”
“Mm-hmm.”
She knew he didn’t want to discuss food now. He was waiting for her to respond
his earlier remark, the one he made before their server arrived.
Perspiration
filmed Elyse’s upper lip. The intensity of his stare had her heart thumping.
Adam shifted closer, and their knees bumped again. Her pussy creamed
immediately in response.
Now
was the time. To fish or cut bait. Piss or get off the pot. To finally have the
guts to tell the truth and go for what she wanted.
“I
want more, too,” she murmured. She didn’t care if it was right or smart, didn’t
care about anything.
Adam’s
eyes widened, then narrowed as he reached for her hand. Heat flared in his dark
eyes.
“I
don’t know how long I’ll be in Summit,” she told him. “Maybe a week or so, it’s
up to Jason. But for however long it is, I want to be with you.”
The
fire in Adam’s eyes cooled, and his mouth tightened into a grim line. “Why is
it up to Jason?”
“He’s
the reason I came back.” Elyse didn’t want to spoil things by arguing, but she
wasn’t going to let him give her shit about Jason. “I can’t get into all of it
right now.
shot through Elyse at the contact, and zeroed right in between her thighs.
Adam’s
face was impassive, but he must have felt something, too. He pushed his chair
back far enough to give their legs a few inches of space and shifted in his
seat. “I wasn’t sure you’d show up.”
“I
wasn’t either,” she admitted. She didn’t tell him she had almost decided not
to. It was her unexpected reunion with Latisha that made her change her mind.
Latisha’s courage made Elyse all the more aware of her own cowardice. It shamed
her into realizing she’d never get free of the past until she faced up to it.
And that meant facing Adam.
His
eyebrows rose. “Because I was an ass yesterday?”
“No.
You weren’t an ass. I was just feeling…I don’t know. Overwhelmed, I guess.” She
picked up her knife and began tracing patterns on the paper placemat. Catching
herself, she set the knife down again.
“But
you’re here.” He took her hand again. “I’m glad.” He paused a moment. “You’re
not sorry about last night?”
Elyse
didn’t even have to think. “No.” She glanced around surreptitiously. A few of
the other tables were occupied, but she and Adam were far enough away to keep
their discussion private. She had no intention of airing their personal
business in public.
“At
least we’ve got that going for us.” Adam kept his voice low, respecting her
desire for privacy. “We’ve always been good together that way.”
“It
doesn’t solve anything,” she told him. Sure, the sex was good. But so what?
They couldn’t spend all their time in bed.
“I
meant what I said this morning,” Adam lowered his head, moving it closer to
hers. “I want more.”
“Hi,
I’m Melissa, and I’ll be your server this evening!” A perky young woman
appeared out of nowhere like a genie, handing them menus and wearing a
professional smile. They jerked back, as though caught in the middle of a kiss.
Their server took their drink orders, recited the specials, and promised to be
back shortly.
As
Melissa moved away, Elyse perused the menu. At a nearby table a young couple
sat, maybe on a first date. The guy looked nervous and a little too eager to
impress the girl, chattering on about his Facebook page while his date sat
quietly, looking slightly bored.
Adam
set his menu aside. Elyse glanced at him.
“You
know what you’re getting?”
“What
I always get here. The Buffalo chicken wrap.” He folded his arms, his decision
made.
Elyse
smiled. He’d always been that way. Whenever he found something he liked, he
stuck with it. No changes.
Except
when it came to her.
Her
smiled vanished, and the words on her menu melted into a blur. But her voice
was calm enough when she remarked, “Still like the spicy stuff, I see.”
“Mm-hmm.”
She knew he didn’t want to discuss food now. He was waiting for her to respond
his earlier remark, the one he made before their server arrived.
Perspiration
filmed Elyse’s upper lip. The intensity of his stare had her heart thumping.
Adam shifted closer, and their knees bumped again. Her pussy creamed
immediately in response.
Now
was the time. To fish or cut bait. Piss or get off the pot. To finally have the
guts to tell the truth and go for what she wanted.
“I
want more, too,” she murmured. She didn’t care if it was right or smart, didn’t
care about anything.
Adam’s
eyes widened, then narrowed as he reached for her hand. Heat flared in his dark
eyes.
“I
don’t know how long I’ll be in Summit,” she told him. “Maybe a week or so, it’s
up to Jason. But for however long it is, I want to be with you.”
The
fire in Adam’s eyes cooled, and his mouth tightened into a grim line. “Why is
it up to Jason?”
“He’s
the reason I came back.” Elyse didn’t want to spoil things by arguing, but she
wasn’t going to let him give her shit about Jason. “I can’t get into all of it
right now.
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