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So instead, I pressed my mouth to his, kissing away his objections.
I had expected him to push me away.
To end the kiss.
Cool, collected Adam who thinks through every life decision to a dizzying extent. Surely, he knew we shouldn’t be doing this. Surely he suspected that there were some rules against it at the university… or that it was at least frowned upon to engage in extracurriculars with a freelance employee.
But he didn’t push me away.
Instead, he wrapped a strong arm around my waist and with a groan pulled me harder against him, deepening the kiss. His tongue slid along mine and I opened to him.
I knew these lips.
I knew this tongue.
I knew this kiss.
Beneath all the growth and changes and degrees and hardships, he was still Adam.MyAdam.
And I was still his Harper.
And here, in each other’s arms, was where we belonged.
“Adam?”
A soft, feminine voice came from somewhere beside us. But still in the daze of our kiss, I couldn’t register where or who it belonged to.
I pushed off of Adam’s chest, blinking as the world that had so beautifully faded around us with that kiss, rushed back with a dizzying vengeance.
Standing there beside us, looking even more perfect than usual… was Jasmine.
Chapter Ten
Ihad never scurried away from a scene faster than I had in that moment.
Standing there in front of Perfect Jasmine with her perfect sleek ponytail and perfect sky high stilettos, I knew I needed to get the hell out of there… and fast.
Only problem? Nothing aboutmeis perfect. So as I moved to back away from Adam, I’d completely forgotten that Verne’s leash was wrapped around my ankles and I went tumbling backwards, landing hard on my butt on the brick sidewalk.
And to add insult to injury, not even a Yeti cup is secure enough to withstand that sort of fall. The lid slipped off and thirty ounces of hot coffee spilled all over my white button down shirt and jeans.
Literally, it was the only white shirt I owned. For this exact reason. Because I couldn’t go a day without spilling something on myself when I wore white. Though, spilling anentirecup of steaming hot coffee was quite the display… even for me.
Rattled, I hopped to my feet, making sure Adam had Verne’s leash secured in his hands before making my excuse to get the hell out of there.
Stumbling, I scooped up the empty Yeti cup and lid as both Adam and Jasmine offered me a hand.
“Are you okay?” Jasmine asked, concerned.
“Yeah!” I shouted, my voice way too shrill. Way too high. “I was just leaving to get more coffee! I mean, I was leaving. And now I have to get more coffee!” Oh God. I was speaking so fast and high-pitched, it was a wonder they could even hear me considering the high-pitched dog-whistle frequency I was hitting.
With a wave over my shoulder, I added, “I’ll see you back at the library later this afternoon!”
Four hours later, I paced the small living room of my apartment, waiting on the vinegar powder solution to absorb into the pee-soaked paper of the Pride and Prejudice book.
Noticeably annoyed by me, Jules’ gaze followed me as I paced, her tail twitching back and forth from where it was dangling off of the coffee table.
“Don’t give me that look,” I said, pointing at her. “You would have run away, too. She’s literally perfect. Not a hair out of place. A skin tight dress and blazer that was folded to her elbows with the perfect crease.”
