CHAPTER TEN: TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF

Adam's POV

"Adam, turn around," someone ordered from behind me.

I frowned and slowly turned around to see who had just ordered me to face them. My mouth fell open when I saw her standing there with one bag slung over her shoulder and a suitcase in her other hand.

Fiona flashed a toothy smile, but I didn't really know what to do. It was all too surreal. I remembered watching her leave to the airport at the beginning of September, and now I was watching her stand in front of me in the middle of December.

"Wow…you look gorgeous, Fi," I finally choked out.

She bit her bottom lip, dropped her bags beside her, and practically tackled me. Her arms were slung around my neck and hugging me tighter than any other embrace we'd shared.

I instantly hugged her back around her waist and rotated her in a circle. Fiona laughed as I set her down and smiled at me. I felt her hand brush over my cheek while she released another silent laugh.

"You've changed some. And you've definitely gotten stronger."

I grinned and said, "Yeah, that's what testosterone does to you. And I might have visited the gym a couple times."

She smiled and leaned forward to place a kiss on my lips, but she stopped about midway. I frowned and studied her puzzled expression. Fiona's eyes were focused on my neck.

I had a feeling like she noticed the mark Bianca had left on me.

"Did you get attacked by a vampire?" Fiona finally looked back into my eyes. Her eyes showed humor, but I could tell that she was definitely worried.

But I quickly covered my layer of nervousness. If I showed how nervous I was, it would only make her more curious about the mark on my neck.

I cocked one eyebrow at her and asked, "I'm sorry?"

Fiona quickly became serious and looked back at the bite mark. She pulled one hand away from my neck and brushed her fingers over it gently. I shivered a little at the sudden skin contact.

"You have a bite mark on your neck." Her eyes focused on my face again. "Is there something you're not telling me, Adam?"

"Oh," I said quickly as if I was just realizing something, "the bite mark. Let's just say that Clare's dog isn't very nice."

Fiona made a face. "Ouch, I'm sorry. Does it hurt? It looks a little swollen."

She reached up to touch it again, but I gripped her hand to stop her from doing so. "Don't worry about it," I reassured her with a smile. "It's not as bad as it looks."

Her face showed that she wasn't really buying this, but she covered it up with an unwilling smile. "If you say so."

We both stared at each other like that for a few seconds before I finally broke the silence. "Here, I'll get your bags. Was New York as great as you left it?"

Fiona walked beside me while I pulled her suitcase behind us and kept pulling her other bag over my shoulder.

"Sort of," she answered. "Maybe you could come back with me this summer."

A small and unwilling smile arrived in me while I continued to trudge alongside her. I knew that my mom would never let me take a trip to New York with Fiona.

Fiona's POV

I couldn't really explain it, but there was this sparkle in Adam's eye that I'd never really noticed before. Maybe it was something new, but I definitely knew that it hadn't been there when I left.

And he looked so happy too. He'd kept me laughing during the entire ride to Clare's house, which was where I would be staying over winter break. But that didn't mean he wouldn't be staying the night with me pretty much every night.

Unfortunately we were having dinner at his house before I could get settled at Clare's.

He opened the door for me while holding his arm out, motioning for me to step into his home. I gave him a flirty smile before stepping into the house.

"Wow," I breathed, "I forgot about how clean your mom likes to keep the house. It looks nice."

I felt Adam hug me from behind and place a kiss on my neck just as the sound of heels clicking against the floor made me jump away. We both looked up to see his mom standing beside the staircase.

Her slender fingers were rubbing circles in the rail of the staircase, and she wore a plastic smile on her face.

"Adam told us that we would be expecting a dinner guest tonight," she said. I felt her eyes carving the exact figure of my body. She looked like she wanted to eat me. And not in a good way.

She opened her mouth to say something when Drew bounded from around the corner with his boyish grin. He looked happier than the last time I'd seen him.

Bianca had pretty much ripped the poor boy's heart out when she'd decided to make out with that townie in the alley. But was I really doing anything different with Adam right now?

I shook the thoughts from my head and returned Drew's happy smile.

"Hey, Fi," he greeted. "You happy to be back in Toronto?"

I glanced over at Adam who still had his gaze locked with his mother's. They looked like they were going to charge each other, but there was some sort of force field that was stopping them.

I watched Adam for a couple more seconds before turning to his brother. "Yeah, more than anything. It's such a bummer that I have to go back after New Year's Eve."

Drew nodded while casting awkward glances at Adam. I finally broke the silence and said, "How about I help you in the kitchen with dinner, Drew?"

"Actually-"

I grabbed his arm before he could say anything else and began pulling him to the kitchen. Clearly he'd understood what I was trying to do by the time we were around the corner.

Adam's POV

"I can't believe you're still dating her. How do you know that she's not cheating on you with some posh prince in New York?" my mother spat.

I rolled my eyes and began walking up the staircase. "I don't," I answered, "but I have enough confidence in her not to get suspicious."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get dressed for dinner. Try not to kill my girlfriend while I'm gone."

My mom rolled her eyes while she continued to watch me step up the stairs.

I grumbled under my breath as I threw my door open and locked it behind me. I had just started taking my jacket off when someone's voice made me jump.

"Your closet is very spacious," Bianca said as she slid open the door to my closet. She stepped out and brushed her shoulders off casually.

My mouth fell open as I jumped and screamed at the same time. She rolled her eyes as she stepped across my room and locked the door.

"If you scream like that again, someone will walk in here. Now turn around."

"I'm sorry? Bianca what are you doing here? How did you get here?" I began bombarding her with questions.

My lips were still moving as she stepped closer and put her finger to my lips, ordering me to be quiet. My mouth was shut as she stepped closer.

I watched carefully as Bianca removed my jacket and threw it to the floor. She then began lifting my shirt over my head.

"What are you doing?" I asked while slipping my shoes off.

"Taking your clothes off."

I couldn't help but laugh a little at her casual answer. She acted like it was completely normal for her to hide in my closet and then start taking my clothes off.

Bianca kept our eyes locked while she fiddled with my belt. She grinned as she slowly pulled it out of my belt loops. My face stayed serious while I watched her remove my pants so that I was standing there in only my boxers.

Her eyebrows rose before she glanced down and asked, "Do you want me to remove those too?"

I let out a sarcastic laugh before turning to walk to the closet. I had just started looking through the closet for a collared shirt when I felt Bianca begin to pull me back to her.

"What?" I ordered. "My girlfriend is waiting for me downstairs. Someone will get suspicious if I take too long up here."

She cocked her head to the side before stepping closer. I gulped as she stepped close enough to kiss me. She leaned forward and reached her arm over my shoulder.

Bianca laughed and pressed something against my torso. I looked down to see a cobalt blue button down shirt. I glared up at Bianca who was still standing there.

"Why are you still here?" I finally asked.

But Bianca didn't answer as she stepped closer again and took the shirt from my hands. "Turn around," she ordered.

And I obeyed. She put my arms into the sleeves and turned me around with her hands resting on my shoulders. Her hands smoothed down the collars of the shirt.

Then her hands began gracing along my neck. And then my collar bone. My chest was next, and after that came my stomach. I expected her to go lower, but instead she started over.

Her fingers ran over the subtle muscles in my stomach. Her touch was so gentle that I shivered a little while she continued to brush her hands over my body.

Bianca's smile grew wider as she realized the effect she'd had on me. She knew how to make me want it, and she knew that she knew that as well.

Bianca took my face in her hands and placed her lips over mine in a vicious fight with our tongues. I felt her hand touch the bite mark she'd left me while we were still kissing in my bedroom.

She eventually pulled away and looked me up and down with seductive eyes.

"I'll see you later, Adam," she whispered. She placed one more kiss on my lips before turning on her heel and climbing down from my window.