Page 43 of Adam & Eve

My wet hair, natural and curly, hung down to the middle of my back. I searched for something

to tame it under the sink. The first thing I saw was a blow dryer and flat iron. They were the same

ones I had at my house, the ones I’d saved for months to buy, both in unopened boxes.

I was not at all surprised by them being there. The shock of him knowing intimate things about

me had worn off. I pushed them to the side and behind them was a first aid kit on one side of a shelf,

and on the other side, a long plastic container with a white top. I opened it and found hair ties, combs

and hair products: olive oil, shea butter, coconut oil and everything else I used.

He really had been watching me and taking notes. I shook away the creepiness of it all. It

wouldn’t help for me to start freaking out again. I grabbed the olive oil and squeezed some into my

hand then rubbed it throughout my hair. Without combing or brushing it, I tied it into a ponytail at the

nape of my neck, tucking the hanging hair under.

I unlocked the door, opened it and was startled to find that Adam stood in the same spot he

had the first time I came out of the bathroom. this Time he held a bottle of cocoa butter.

“Lotion? I could rub it on you if you want,” he offered.

“Are you going to wait outside the bathroom door every time I use it, you perv?”

I pushed past him. He grabbed my wrist, pulled me to him, then trapped me between his body

and the wall. “That’s not very nice, pushing me,” he whispered playfully, while running his fingers up

my exposed arms.

Goosebumps broke out on my skin.

“Move please,” I demanded between gritted teeth, mad at myself for not being as repulsed by

his touch as I should have been.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” was his response against my ear. He trailed the lobe of it with

his tongue causing my entire body to tremble and butterflies to take flight in my stomach. I fought

against the need to touch him. “Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your eyes.”

I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them, but I was going to keep them closed. Was too afraid of

what he’d see.

“So much fight in you,” he crooned, then eased his warm hand underneath my shirt until he

was palming my breast. He teased my nipple between his fingers. A soft whimper forcefully escaped

my mouth. “It’ll be so rewarding when you break and beg me to fuck you,” he whispered against my

lips.

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