Page 17 of A Really Gay Book
Then Adam froze and said, “I…don’t want to kill you.”
“Thanks? I mean, that is the ideal outcome of sex, right? Other than mutual orgasms.”
“Yes. I mean no…hold on.” Adam released me, pinched the bridge of his nose, and closed his eyes. He looked a bit like how I felt before trying to buy breakfast every morning. “I could accidentally kill you if we have sex.”
“Pfft, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m sure your dick is worth writing an ode to, but I think I can take you without dying.” I’d been putting in some quality time stretching myself—you know where, don’t pretend to be shocked—since the day I’d known Adam was my forever person because there was no way Mister Dick Fingers wasn’t packing something impressive. Yes, I’ve already talked about this, but it bears mentioning again.
“That’s not what I’m worried about.”
“And even if it is that big, it might be worth it,” I continued because my brand-new danger-friendly kink was acting up again.
Adam put a hand on my chest and shoved me down on the couch, following me down to straddle me and squishing my body into the cushions.
“Apple, could you stop being cute long enough to listen to me?”
I blinked at him. Where were my words? What were words? I had none of those right now.
Adam’s finger’s flirted with my shirt collar before he continued.
“Thank you. I need to warn you about something before you get any closer to me. This is going to sound crazy, but I have really,reallybad luck. Like dangerously so. It’s so bad there’s a chance that either or both of us could die just walking down the street together. If I have sex with you, one of us will definitely end up in the hospital. So, if you are smart, you’ll tell me to get off you and then run from me as fast as you can.” Adam said the last bit mournfully, like he believed that was exactly what I was going to do.
ChapterEight
ADAM
Iwatched Apple take in what I’d just told him. I prepared to remove my weight from him the moment he told me to let him leave. I should have done it already, but fuck. I just couldn’t.
Apple had been looking forme.He’d been running all over campus trying to findmebecause he was worried. From his words and actions, it seemed like he knew something about my bad luck, but he couldn’t have known how bad it was. How contagious it was.
He was lucky to have escaped unscathed so far.
Apple took a long time to react, or maybe it just seemed that way to a man who felt like there was an axe hovering over his head, but finally, he let out the cutest little laugh.
“It’s not a joke, Apple. You’re in danger around me. Anyone who gets near me is.”
Apple laughed harder and rubbed his face against my chest like a playful kitten, causing my thoughts to stutter and go quiet.
“No fucking kidding? I never would have guessed.” Apple placed a kiss on my chest, and it didn’t help with getting my thoughts back. He pulled away enough to be able to look me in the eye and say, “Why do you think I’ve been following you around? Adam, my luck is off-the-charts amazing. Haven’t you noticed your luck getting better since meeting me?”
I was still playing catch up because of the tiny kiss he’d given me. It was a warm, glowing spot on my skin.
Somehow, I managed to pull myself together enough to think about what he’d said. I couldn’t deny that there had been a significant lessening of injuries to my person since I’d met him. Less property damage too.
Honestly, if my housemates weren’t all ridiculously rich, they likely would have kicked me out ages ago from how much damage my chaotic existence inflicted on our home.
And since Apple slammed into me, that chaos had lessened considerably. But…
“You haven’t been around me the entire time. What makes you think this change has anything to do with you? It could be randomly fluctuating. You’ve been okay so far, but later today you could get hit by a bus.” I shuddered at the idea of watching Apple’s small body get splattered across the pavement.
It had happened so fast, going from being obsessed with hating Apple to being just plain obsessed with him. All of him. From the slim hips trapped under my thighs to the soft line of his jaw, I couldn’t seem to get enough.
“Have I been around you the entire time? No. But most of the time? Yes. It turns out I’m better at stalking you than you are at stalking me. You see…” Apple’s voice dropped to a low purr. “My luck is very, very good. And it’s been rubbing off on you.”
He wrapped his arms around my back and pressed the body I’d been rubbing off to in the shower last night against me.
The important point I’d been trying to make grew fuzzy and began to melt away like cotton candy in the rain. I was dimly aware of my hand cupping Apple’s jaw, dwarfing the side of his face.
He was so very small. And fuck, I just wanted inside him. Any part of me that would fit wanted to be in him ASAP.
