Page 20 of Roommates
W hat had I done? Why had I kissed Adam like that?
We didn’t talk about it for the rest of our day at the park, sticking to safer topics instead, but the tension in the air between us was thick enough I found it hard to breathe at times. And I'd already started the day feeling queasy, I wasn't lying about that.
I'd been feeling nauseated a lot, lately. I should have probably called the amusement park trip off, but I enjoyed hanging out with my friends regardless, and I didn't want to admit even to myself that anything unusual was going on with my body. I wasn't stupid, but I could do denial as well as any other omega who'd acted irresponsibly and wanted to forget about it.
Not that Icouldforget about it as long as I was forced to be around Adam—as long as I chose to be with him even when I knew I should have stayed home. As long as I was too weak to resist the temptation to kiss him when the opportunity arose.
He’d just looked so damn vulnerable when he was opening up to me about his family and his wishes for the future that I couldn’t help it. As if my kissing him would make anything better, when, in reality, my actions only complicated matters. What was Adam supposed to think now?
I really didn’t know what was going through his head.
Apparently, thoughts of my well-being.
“Are you feeling any better?” Adam asked when we got back to our room.
“I am. Thank you.” The nausea had subsided the way it always did. It was probably going to be back the next day, but I wasn't going to be worrying about that, now. No, I had too many other things taking up space in my head. Like the fact that the air still felt loaded between Adam and me. We hadn't talked about that kiss yet, and I was starting to wonder if we never would.
Honestly, I might have preferred that. I didn't know what to say. I'd kissed him because I wanted to, wasn't that reason enough?
But then, what was my reason for not doing it again? I didn't have one. At least not one that I could tell Adam about. “I'm tired now,” I said, “I think I'm gonna get ready for bed.” So I could delay the conversation to the next day at least.
“Yeah me too,” Adam said, and I got the feeling he wanted to add something, but then he didn't.
Oh well. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste. I also grabbed my pajamas, because I really didn't need to be changing in front of Adam today, and then I headed to the bathroom.
And maybe I got done with my night time routine a little too quickly, because the moment I stepped back into the room, I came face to face with the fact that Adam didn't think he had to go somewhere else to change.
He stood in front of his bed, his back to me. His gloriously naked back. I'd seen it before, of course.
Hell, I'd even had my hands on it, but damn. This sight was never going to stop fascinating me, was it?
Adam was gorgeous. No other way to say it.
When he heard me come back into the room, he turned, and now I could study his abs and pecs instead of his back. Holy hell, how was I supposed to keep my hands off him? I was a simple omega, not a super human.
“I think I'm just gonna crash in my boxers tonight,” Adam announced casually. “It's pretty hot in here.”
Oh yes, it definitely was.
Stop staring,I chided myself.Say something.“It is pretty hot,” I made myself say.
Adam laughed.
It was only then that I noticed my eyes were still glued to the lines of his stomach. God. I prided myself on being moderately intelligent, but something about Adam turned me into a blubbering fool.
“Well, goodnight,” I said, ripping my eyes away and climbing into my bed.
“Goodnight,” Adam returned. He still sounded amused, and way too self-assured. He knew that I'd been staring, that I was attracted to him—I’d kissed him after all— and there was no taking it back now.
Honestly, I was a little tempted to pull a pillow over my head and hide from reality for a little while.
But I wasn't going to bethatchildish. “Okay if I turn off the light?” I asked instead.
There was a small chance that I'd feel better when I didn't have to look at him anymore. Never mind that I'd stillknowthat Adam was lying half-naked in a bed only a few feet away from me. Within easy reach...
“Sure, turn off the lights.” There was a mischievous note to Adam's voice that made me think he was planning something, but I had no idea what. Deciding not to stress about it, I stepped toward the light switch near the door and flicked it. The room fell into darkness, and I exhaled. Only then I heard the shuffle of footsteps, and before I knew what was happening, Adam had pressed our mouths together in a kiss. “If I kiss you in the dark, it's like it never happened,” he whispered.
I wasn't sure I agreed with that, because my lips still tingled where his had been only seconds before, but I played along anyway. Because Iwantedto be kissing Adam. All I'd needed was an excuse—and he'd just provided me with one.
