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That didn’t happen.
Although he did pull me closer and cuddled with me for a little while before he took a shower.
“What’s on the agenda today?” he asked when he returned with a towel around his waist.
“I’m taking Faith to see the house and the apartment. Wanna come?”
“Nah-uh, I have something important that I have to do.”
“And what is that?” I asked with a small frown.
“Buying condoms.” He grinned and came back to the bed. “Don’t make any plans for tonight. I want us to spend our last night together – alone.”
“Our last night?”
“Yeah, I’m going home tomorrow and you’re flying to LA, right?”
“Right, but I’ll see you again, won’t I?”
“Do you want to see me again?”
“Of course I do.”
Adam kissed me long and hard. “Then you will.”
With a smile I gently bit at his lower lip. “I saw a few headlines this morning. They found out about us.”
“I know.” He pulled away. “My friends have been calling me about it, and the press too.”
“So what did you tell them?”
“Ohh, you know, just how many times we’d had sex and in what positions,” he teased, which made me bat at his chest
“I’ve told them nothing,” he corrected himself. “What is there to tell anyway?”
That comment hurt, but I tried not to show it to him while my head was overanalyzing it.
What does he mean by that? There’s nothing to tell because this is nothing but a short fling?
With a smile to cover my insecurity I made light conversation. “You know, some of them were calling you a hunk, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you get approached to shoot modeling pictures or something.”
Adam scoffed. “Yeah, right.”
“Who knows, you might become the new hot ‘thing’ and make millions. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Adam shrugged.
“What? Everybody wants to be filthy rich – you do too, admit it.”
“Rich, yes. Filthy rich, no,” he said.
“Is that so?”
“With millions I would be more than comfortable and able to support projects, but with billions I would become a target.”
I propped myself up on my elbow. “True.”
“I see people like you on TV surrounded by your security crews and living behind tall fences with manned gates. I don’t know…” He shrugged. “I don’t envy that, and it makes me grateful to have the freedom to just be me without having to worry about others wanting something from me.”
