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It took me a while to get ready to go to his house, I'm not sure why I was putting so much thought into what I was going to wear. I guess that after my date night with Roman turned out to be a total fiasco, I just needed to look good. Yeah I know, it was just a stupid attempt to try to feel good about myself.

I threw on my favorite pair of ripped boyfriend jeans with a gray sweater, some mascara and my hair down. Simple but nice, I felt comfortable, confident and cute too, I guess. Not that I needed to feel like that way to go meet Adam, or did I?

I was standing in front of Adam's door about to knock using the hand that didn't hold the six pack of our favorite beer.

Last night with Sean wasn't what I had expected. Come to think of it, I'm not sure what I'm expecting from him anymore. Getting to hang out with my friend was something I was really looking forward to.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Coming." I heard his husky voice from the other side and waited for a few seconds until he opened the door, I smiled and held up the sixpack.

"Our favorite." he said with a smile as he held the door open for me. "Make yourself at home." Adam took the beers from my hand to place 4 in the fridge and uncap two of them. I took off my coat and my scarf to hang it in the coat rack by the door, it was November therefore it was cold as fuck outside. Adam walked around the kitchen island and handed me the open bottle, I took it and followed him to the couch. He was way too quiet tonight, so I decided to start speaking as I sat down and put my feet on his coffee table. Make yourself at home wasn't just an expression with us, we took it pretty seriously.

"So, I was thinking about having Chinese and maybe you can pick the movie. I mean, I know it was Atwater's turn but since he's not here and all."

"Chinese is perfect and I'm really happy about the movie thing because there's this new Marvel one that I really wanna watch."

"Great!" I answered with a smile.

"Someone's mood had a massive improvement."

"Well… I like hanging out with you guys, it helps me to get some things out of my mind."

"Is there anything you wanna talk about? I mean, did something happen today?"

"It was nothing, really." I heard him laugh as I let out that comment. "What?" my question came out with a smile, his laughter making me want to laugh as well.

"Ok listen, let's not do this. If you don't wanna talk about it that's fine, you just need to say it. But I know you too well to buy that this morning was nothing, you can't pull that shit out on me" I rolled my eyes as soon as I heard him, I knew he was right and he knew I knew it, there was no use in denying it.

"Well, it was a long night"

"If that's the case, then maybe I'm the one that doesn't want to talk about it." He took a sip of his beer.

"Adaaaam!" I lightly punched his arm, understating what he was implying by that comment "I wish, but it wasn't the case." The look on his face was telling me that he was waiting for more. "I don't know… nothing happened, nothing new at least. I kinda got pissed, we talked about it, and got nowhere. Maybe it's just me... The one who's messing up you know?"

"I find that hard to believe. If something is making you feel bad or uncomfortable, some of it has to be on him too." The calm tone in his voice was soothing, he just looked into my eyes as he took another pull of his beer.

"Maybe you're right. I don't really want to keep talking about it though." Now it was me who took a drink from the bottle. "How about you? How's Wendy?"

"Fine, I guess" he answered without looking at me. "Let's just say that you were not the only one to have an argument last night." He didn't give me any time to ask anymore questions "But everything's fine. Now what do you say we order that food and watch that movie?. I'm starving."

And just like that we veered off the subject of our significant others.

I have so much fun with Adam, he makes me crack up every time, especially if I have some alcohol on me.

The food was great and the movie was pretty good too, at least the part I did watch.

When my eyes fluttered open the room was dark and the sound coming from the tv had changed. The superhero themed sound effects were no longer there, all I could hear was a sports anchor commenting on some hockey game.

It took me less than a minute to realize that I was still on his couch, leaning against him with my arms wrapped around his body. His right arm was over my shoulders while his left was holding the third, maybe fourth, beer of the night.

I should move. I should move now.

But I don't, I can't. Or maybe I can, and I just don't want to.

I close my eyes again just to feel the gentle rising of his chest as he breathes, and I just want to stay right there, just for a little longer. His arm around my shoulders feels both soft and strong at the same time, it's like I can feel the muscles around me, trying to protect me, to fix me. Has he been working out more than what I know of?

What the fuck, Kimberly? Where are you letting your mind go? This is not right and I know it. I need to move, actually, I need to leave.

I moved slowly trying to sit up straight.

"You're up! I was about to call an ambo to see if you had passed out or something." He joked.

"Shut up and tell me what time it is." We both chuckled.

"It's 11 thirty."

"I guess I should get going then." I said as I got up from the couch.

"I guess so." He got up after me and walked to the door.

"See you tomorrow, Ruze."

"Have a good night's sleep, Burgess." He took a step closer and hugged me.

There were his arms again, he really must have done something because there is no way on Earth that I would have missed those guns. Has he always smelled this good? My mind was running loose and I needed to break away from this. This is a trap, the universe is plotting against me and I'm sure as hell that this has trouble written all over it.

"Nite." That was my last word after I pulled away and just started walking out the door.

As I walked into my apartment I left my keys on the small glass bowl on the kitchen table and hung my coat on the rack, while the scarf found its place on one of the four chairs around the table.

I pulled my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans and threw myself on my couch before I looked at the screen.

I had two missed calls from Sean and a text message, too. What was I expecting to find? a text from Adam?

I tucked my hair behind my ears and opened Sean's text. Same old story. Some lousy excuse as to why he was not going to be able to make it to dinner tomorrow. I didn't reply.

We already had a fight about this last night and right now my brain was in no place to think about Roman. For some stupid reason my brain was all caught up on Adam's cologne.

Was this really happening right now?

I got up from the couch and went straight for a shower. I just need to sleep, tomorrow is going to be a brand new day and everything in my head will be back to normal.