Morning Mash-Up

I woke up to an empty bed and the sounds of Adam cooking in someone’s kitchen.

“Good morning.” I said giving him a hug from behind.

He was standing at the stove making scrambled eggs in his pajama pants and his hair was disheveled from sleeping.

“Good morning to you.” He pulled me around, put his arm over my shoulder, and gave me a kiss.

I hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter next to him and started eating a banana. As he cooked I grazed his legs with mine.

“You’re distracting me.” He eyed me playfully, “You’re going to have burnt eggs.”

“You can’t be mad at me, you love me.” I joked.

He went back to his eggs and smiled.

“You look good in that old t-shirt.” Adam said scrambling his eggs.

“Really?” I teased.

Adam set his pan of now fully cooked eggs to the side and turned the burner off before stepping over to stand between my legs. He put his hands low on the small of my back.

“Yes, you do.” He kissed my neck.

“But my hair is messy.”

“I don’t care.” He kissed the other side.

“And I haven’t showered yet…”

“I don’t care.” He kissed my mouth.

I leaned forward and gave him a teasing kiss.

He kissed down my neck again, “Most of all you’re smart.”

Another kiss.

“And funny.”

Another kiss.

“And I love you.”

Adam smiled and kissed me again. I wrapped my legs around him and the eggs were completely forgotten.

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After I left Adam’s place, I went home and took Sasha for a run and took a shower. Molly was drinking a smoothie and reading the paper at the dining table. I was giddy from all the sex I’d had and sat down across from her with a glass of orange juice and a stupid smile.

“What?” She asked noticing I was staring at her like a dork.

“Adam and I finally had sex for the first time.”

“Shut up! Based on your expression, I take it went well?”

“VERY well.” I said sipping my orange juice.

“Oh I’m so happy for you! It’s been almost a year for you, hasn’t it?”

“Yes. And it was SO worth the wait.”

“Get that orgasm, girl.” Molly smiled.

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Things were going really well for about a week. Molly was out on an audition and I invited Adam over.

“Hey!” I said when I answered the door.

“Faith, I have GREAT news!” Adam hugged me, lifted me off the ground and spun, “I got a job offer!”

I gave him a kiss and we walked over to the couch.

“Tell me all about it.” I said enthusiastically.

“Okay, well, it’s not exactly a job offer. It’s a book deal.”

“Wow!”

“One of your HR friends hooked me up with this guy at a publishing house and I submitted some things I’d written. He showed my work to his bosses and they liked it!”

“What’s the book going to be about?”

“Well, you know how I told you that I wrote a lot while I was recovering from Amber’s attack?”

“Yeah…”

“I submitted all of that so they want the book to be about what she did and how it all happened.”

I looked at Adam cautiously and wasn’t sure how to approach this so I just drove through it.

“Adam, you can’t write that book.” I blurted out.

“What?” He recoiled, “Faith, this is the first opportunity for a steady paycheck I’ve gotten in years.”

“I understand that but that story isn’t just yours and I don’t want a book about that part of my life written for people to read for entertainment.”

“I can’t believe this! This could be a huge break for my career.” He said angrily.

“You don’t even want to be an author!” I pointed out.

“Faith, this book would be in the true crime genre, it could give me the edge on my resume to beat out other candidates for what I want to do.”

“Something else will come along.” I pleaded, “You don’t need this specific opportunity. Something else will-”

“No, Faith. This is it. This is the closest I’ve come to getting a job that remotely relates to what I want to do.”

“I won’t give you my permission to write that book.”

“Fine! I’ll just take you out of it.”

I stood up angrily.

“How will you do that, Adam!? Amber stalked ME for nearly ten years. She was with you to get closer to ME. She tried to kill you because she thought you were coming between the friendship she had with ME. She almost killed me and Molly, who, by the way, probably won’t give you her permission to write it either!”

Adam took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. Then he shook his head and stood up.

“I thought you’d be happy for me…”

“I am happy for you but maybe you can suggest a different book topic.”

“This is my story, too, not just yours.” He was talking more to himself than to me.

I walked over to him and hesitantly placed my hands on his chest.

“Adam, I know how hard that was for you to go through. I do.” He avoided my eyes but I refused to let him and maintained eye contact, “And I am truly not trying to lessen the effect it had on you at all, but I don’t want the most traumatic thing I’ve ever gone through to be turned into a form of entertainment for people to read. My PARENTS don’t even really know all the details of what happened and I don’t want them to read about it in a book.”

He slid his hands onto mine and then gently moved them away.

“I need some space.” He started walking toward my door.

“Are you serious?” I was very hurt and I followed him.

“Yeah. Just…don’t come by for a couple of days, okay?” He was standing in my doorway looking very sad and angry.

“Adam…”

He shook his head and left me alone in my apartment.

(Author's Note: SURPRISE POST! -del)