When In Rome
Chapter 3
Fiona woke up early in the morning. She didn't open her eyes as rolled over, her arm fell onto the cool, empty sheets next to her. She opened her eyes and looked around the room for Adam, finding him laying out breakfast on the table.
She sighed softly, but somehow he heard her. "Morning, princess," he said, turning to look at her. "I got us room service. I don't really have any idea what it is. When I told them what room we were in, they just brought this up."
She smiled. "Once again, my reputation proceeds me." She got out of bed and walked over to the table. "Mmm, frittata," she said, looking at the omelet on the tray. She sat down quickly and began making a plate.
He smiled as he remained standing, watching her eat the eggs.
"So good," she murmured, making him laugh. "What?"
He shook his head, looking amused. "I've never seen you eat like this," he told her as he sat down, preparing a plate for himself.
"Only because Italian restaurants back home don't delivery. Pizza doesn't count."
He nodded. "Well, now I know what I'm getting myself into."
"Yep," she said. "Now you know the truth. Your princess is a pig."
He smiled. "Good to know." He took a bite of eggs before speaking again. "Holly J sent you a few texts while you were asleep," he told her slowly. "She was asking if you're ok."
Her head snapped up to look at him. "You read my text messages?"
"I picked up your phone to turn it off so the ringing wouldn't wake you up, the message was on the screen."
"How many did you read?" she demanded.
"Just the one."
She shook her head in disbelief. "You shouldn't have even read one. Adam, that's my phone. What gives you the right to even touch it?"
"Are you ok?" he asked simply.
"No," she said. "No, I'm not ok with you reading my messages."
"What happened to no more secrets?"
"What's on my phone isn't a secret. It's private. There's a difference."
"If something's wrong, I should know," he told her.
"You don't need to know everything, Adam."
He looked down at his breakfast. "Are you cheating on me?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"No," she told him. "But it's good to know you trust me." She shoved her plate away from her and stood, grabbing some clothes and going into the bathroom.
A moment later, she came out dressed. She grabbed her cell phone from the table next to the bed and shoved it in her purse.
"What are you doing?" he asked carefully.
"Leaving."
He blinked. "Are you coming back?"
She let out a breath. "Yes."
"When?"
She glared at him. "Later," she said simply as she walked to the door.
"Fiona," he said, standing up, but she had already slammed the door behind her.
Nearly two hours later, Adam was laying in bed staring up at the ceiling when there was a knock on the door. He slowly got out of bed and walked to the door, opening it to find Fiona standing in the hallway.
"I forgot my key," she mumbled.
He stepped back to let her in. "No bags?" he asked, looking into the hall for a bellboy.
She shook her head. "I didn't shop. Just walked around," she told him as she sat on the bed.
"For two hours?"
She shrugged silently, pulling her legs up to her chest.
"Are you ok?" he asked carefully.
"Not really."
He sighed and slowly moved to sit next to her on the bed. "Can we talk?"
She nodded.
"This morning, with the phone message. I really wasn't spying on you and I do trust you."
"I know," she whispered. "I just had this horrible flashback to Bobby and..." she trailed off, shaking her head.
He carefully put his hand on her back, she turned to him and put her face into his shoulder. "It's ok," he told her, wrapping his arms around her. "We're ok."
She shook her head pulled away to look at him. "I need to tell you... about Holly J's message... I'm not ok."
"What?" he asked, suddenly feeling like someone had punched him in the gut. His mind began racing with various scenarios of why she wasn't alright.
"Yesterday, when I was with Holly J, we talked about you."
He blinked and shook his head, looking confused.
"About us," she told him. "And... sex."
His eyes widened. "Oh. That's um... wow."
She let out a quick laugh and nodded. "I'm scared," she whispered.
He raised his eyebrows. "And I'm not?"
She smiled. "I don't want it to break us up."
"That's not gonna happen," he told her, shaking his head as he put his arms around her again. He kissed the top of her head gently. "I won't let it."
to be continued...
AN: I hated writing that fight, but won't be the only fight between them while they're in Italy. Sorry :(. But it's not Degrassi without drama, right?
And the first Italian lesson: frittata is basically just a really, really good omelet with a ton of garlic and usually lamb.