Page 13 of A Really Gay Book
Anyway, that morning, Adam got hit by a runaway bike (that bike owner will never own a bike again—I’d made sure of it.), narrowly missed falling down a storm drain, stabbed himself with an umbrella (it wasn’t even raining, Adam, wtf?), then someone spilled hot coffee on him. If he hadn’t been wearing layers he would have been scalded badly.
It would probably have been an overreaction to buy and close down all the coffee shops in town, right? Of course it would have been, which is why I definitely didn’t call my lawyer to look into the possibility.
After the coffee incident, I’d ditched all my classes and tried to stay as close to him as possible. I’d had to be sneaky about it, though. After that kiss in the alley, Adam vanished every time he saw me.
I winced as Adam whacked his elbow on our bedpost. He barely seemed to notice, but the livid bruise that showed up was very noticeable to me.
I crept up to our window. If I was close enough to him, maybe he could get in bed safely. Then I could go home and not worry myself to death. Even Adam couldn’t get into trouble while sleeping, right?
Maybe I should have someone bring me a tent just to be certain.
After some deliberation, I decided against it. If one of my fans showed up here, they’d want to know why, and then a crowd would form, and Adam would wake up and throw us all off our property.
So instead of camping outside all night, I rented a hotel room nearby. Our apartment (if Adam’s place is mine, then mine is his too, okay? It’s only fair.) wasn’t far from our house, but the hotel was a few streets closer, and if our house caught on fire, I wanted to be close enough to run over and extinguish it with my luck.
It’s happened before, so I’m not exaggerating.
There were orphans involved.
I was back at our window bright and early to make sure he escaped his pajamas without incident and didn’t get strangled by our shower curtain.
I followed him all the way to his first class—or as close as I could get—but eventually decided to leave him there. You see, I’d gotten the idea that maybe I should look into buying our house just in case some evil banker decided to foreclose on it and kick Adam to the curb.
I was going to have to risk leaving Adam alone long enough to take care of the issue. He’d survived this long, and until I could enact Project Backpack, I’d have to rely on my luck to keep him alive while I was gone.
I mean, Adam was my life mate. That meant the world had to keep him safe for me, right?
I raised my eyebrow at the universe just to make sure I got my point across.
ChapterSix
ADAM
Igot to my classroom but immediately left again when I saw a familiar head of bouncy, golden curls pass by the window.
I hadn’t seen Apple since yesterday morning when I’d nearly gotten caught outside his apartment after knocking over a trash can, and the few times I did see him, it had only been a few glimpses. He kept catching me every time I came near him, so I’d had to leave as fast as I dared whenever we’d made eye contact.
I didn’t want to creep him out by letting him know I was following him, after all.
I still needed to keep an eye on him, though. I had very valid concerns. Ones that would probably not be an issue during the time it took to finish my class. But…
What if he got mobbed again?
What if he got scared?
What if someone else stuck their tongue down his throat?
I made it out of the building in record time. Apple was just rounding the corner and slipping out of sight when I made it to the path.
His pants fit his ass in a way that made my brain short out for a bit.
They had vertical stripes. Who on god’s green earth looked good in stripes? Apple, apparently. He made them look so good I wanted to take them off him immediately. For many, many reasons.
People needed to stop staring at Apple.
It was making the muscle in my jaw twitch uncontrollably.
I followed Apple as close as I dared. So did a few other people, but they fucked off when I threatened to go near their cars. Everyone in town learned not to let me close to a parking lot.
