Page 66 of Lost Love Found

“The lawyers are on it, but it looks like I'll be in New York for a few days. All I want is to produce my own movies, you know? Without being under my dad’s thumb. I need out of this board and away from his bullshit.” His voice has a weariness to it that is unmistakable as he exhales loudly in frustration.

“Adam. That’s wonderful! You’re going to produce a movie?” I beam with pride, and my eyes light up with enthusiasm. I can't help the huge smile that spreads across my face at the thought of his accomplishment.

The corner of his lip turns up slightly. “Hopefully more than one…but yeah.” He looks down at his lap, brows furrowed.

I take his face in my hands, so he meets my eyes. “Of course, you are. I’m so proud of you.” His blue eyes widen as he takes my words in. “Will you tell me if there’s anything I can do to help? Please?”

He exhales a single chuckle, his breath warm and soft on my skin as he nods. His lips brush against mine with a gentle reverence, completely devoid of the frenetic rush that usually accompanies our kisses. As he pulls away, I feel something deeper than before, a tenderness and admiration that means more than anything else.

He takes my hand in his, kissing my fingers, my palm and my wrist. I fight the moan trying to escape me by biting my lip. “I have to get going.” He looks down at me. “I’ll miss you. I’ll call you tomorrow, OK?” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as I nod. “Now you get to sleep, my sweet Tornerose.” I lay down and he tucks me in. Like actually tucks me into my bed, kisses me softly again and turns off the light before he walks out.

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I wake up to the sun shining brightly outside and a series of missed texts. I start with Maeve, because duh.

MAEVEY

Bon! I miss you. Come over tonight?

Of course, she sent this at 7:32 am. I texted her when we landed yesterday letting her know I was back in town. I respond at a much more appropriate time, 9:46 am, letting her know I’ll bring the pies I made last night. Next is Sandra:

SANDRA

Hi sweetheart. Award season is coming up and I’d love for you to attend some with Adam. Will you think about it and let me know?

I attend many of them already, and I suppose it’d be strange for us to go to the same events separately, right? I think you already knew that though, you little sneak ;)

You got me. You really are the best!

OK. I guess I better get ready for a lot more cameras at these red-carpet events. Usually, I fly pretty low since no one really cares who I am. I like it that way, but Adam doesn’t have that option. I save his messaged for last.

ADAM

Landed safely and missing you already. P.S. I saw the sketches you were working on last night and we are definitely talking more about those later. They’re amazing, L. I thought you were taking a break - is this a new project?

Glad you’re safe. I miss you, too.

I was just sketching for fun, basing it on the books I’ve been reading.

Did you sleep? Have you eaten? Please get some rest today before you call me, OK? xo

His response comes in immediately.

ADAM

I have more questions about these sketches. Later though.

I slept a bit on the plane. And yes, I ate. Your concern is adorable and appreciated. xo

Call you in a couple of hours?

Can’t wait to hear your voice.

Oh god. ‘Can’t wait to hear your voice?’ I am so cheesy. What’s wrong with me? Ew.

I let out a frustrated groan and fling myself out of bed. I need to get it together. I make the bed, get some workout clothes on and make myself a smoothie before taking my yoga mat outside. The morning is crisp, and I need the cool air to snap me out of this Adam frenzy I’m in.

I’ve just finished my practice when I walk into the kitchen to see my phone is ringing. All the work I’ve just done to focus on stretching and not thinking about Adam is undone as his name flashes on the screen. “Hi…you.” So unnatural. What the hell was that?

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