Page 22 of Fake Dating Adrian Hunter
A minute later, Adrian waltzes out ofmybedroom in swim trunks and heads for the pool. I don’t dare look at him until he’s outside and I can hide behind the curtains. Every muscle in his back is chiseled to perfection. When he turns around, I get a full-frontal view of his chest which is ten times more mouthwatering. A whimper escapes my lips as the sight of his bare torso triggers the memory of my sex dreams.
Why does Adrian have to be so frustratingly hot?
He does an effortless swan dive into the pool that would be a belly flop if I attempted such a move. When he surfaces, his brown hair is slicked back and droplets of water trickle down the contours of his strong chest.
“Great, now the pool is unusable too!”
He laughs at my words and launches into a lap of freestyle.
The doorbell chimes. I didn’t realize this bungalow had a doorbell. As soon as I answer the door, Tory barges into the living room, her eyes dark.
“What has gotten into you, Verena? This week is meant to be about me and Phoebe. You haven’t even been here twenty-four hours, and twice already you’ve made everything aboutyou!”
I surrender, holding up two hands. “I know. I’m sorry. I can explain.”
“What the hell was last night and what the hell was this morning? Phoebe told me you and Adrian are dating.”
Adrian joins us in the living room, dried off from the water but still distractingly half-naked.
“Oh, would you put a shirt on already?” I march into the bedroom and grab the shirt he dropped on the floor, then hurl it at his face.
He obeys, surprisingly, and greets Tory with a smile. “Good morning so far?”
She looks between me and Adrian with disbelief. “Explain this now, Verena. It was only yesterday that you were ranting for hours about how much you hate him.”
Adrian grins at me. “Hours? Please, you’re making me blush. Verena, you hate me that much?”
“It was nothours,” I clarify. “And you made the cheerleaders in high school addVerena the Vaginainto one of their cheers. So, yeah, I hate you a lot.”
“I only did that because you cut holes around the crotch in my baseball uniform.”
Tory stamps her foot. “Shut up, both of you, and tell me what is happening! Why does everyone think you’re dating?”
Adrian shrugs. “Because we told them we are.”
“And why would you do that?”
“I can explain this,” I say, hushing her with my hands.
“You better.”
“Jake is here.”
She claps a hand to her mouth. “As in, the dirtbag who cheated on you?”
“Yes. He’s a plus-one.”
The hatred in her eyes is more heated than a moment ago. “Which one is he? I’m gonna rip his dick off.”
“Biting, ripping,” Adrian laughs. “What is it with the Valentine girls being so violent with dicks?”
Tory scrunches her nose in confusion.
“Don’t ask,” I warn her. “I’m sorry about last night. It was a reaction to seeing Jake and everyone laughing at that photo of me. Then this morning Jake came up to me with the girl he cheated on me with—”
“Jannah,” Adrian offers.
“—and was acting like I’m still in love with him. I panicked and all I could think of was saying Adrian is my boyfriend.”
