I nodded.
“I know this is weird. But I want it to be a good weird.”
I had no idea what to say to that. Actually, that was a lie. “Was that belated break-up sex?”
“I honestly have no idea.” His expression was calm, face relaxed as he seemed to think it over. “Maybe?”
“Right. Okay.” And with a little finger wave, I shut the door in his face.
A wise woman who learned from her past mistakes would have been out the door pronto. I apparently was not a wise woman. Because instead of getting my heart and ass a safe distance away, say the other side of the city, once I’d tidied myself up and let him take his turn in the bathroom, I located his broom and dustpan and brush and cleaned up the hair clippings. So I was a little OCD when it came to messes. Might have been why he drove me nuts in the first place. Though his apartment was certainly neat enough now. At any rate, I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye. But me departing sometime soon would definitely be for the best. Before things got even more confusing. Since my head was already dizzy with facts and feelings, it was hard to see how things could get more confusing. But, anyway.
Which was about when my cell went crazy. Texts and notifications lit up my screen. The first few were from close friends, followed by a few randoms from my past. All of them should have been in bed at this hour. Though it was Saturday night/Sunday morning.
“What’s going on?” Adam asked, wandering out of the bedroom in a fresh pair of black jeans and a t-shirt. Freshly washed and wet hair hung down over his shoulders. The harried, haggard shadows around his eyes and face from earlier in the evening had disappeared almost completely. Sexual healing, presumably. It was irritating how easy he made looking like a walking, talking dream seem. He’d been made for gracing billboards and magazine covers, really. Also, he smelled magnificent after his shower. It was a real test of my strength not to stick my nose in his neck again. Sad but true.
I sat on the couch with my feet tucked up underneath me, trying to get a grip on the goings-on of the internet. Stunned was a good word. Followed quickly by baffled. “Someone identified me from the pictures taken downstairs.”
“Shit.” Any happy or calm disappeared from his face. “I’m sorry, Jill.”
“I-it’s okay.”
He tipped his chin. “That didn’t sound believable at all.”
“What can I say?” I asked. “You’re famous. Living in denial about it hasn’t gotten me far. I guess I’ll have to learn to deal with it. It’s just that the songs were mostly you being a big deal from afar. These photos are…different. Oh good, they grabbed some shots off social media of me. Because I look amazing with my mouth open mid-sentence and my eyes half-closed. I told Ana not to post that photo. Ugh.”
He sat down next to me, stretching his arms across the back of the couch.
I slid my finger across the screen, scrolling through the most
hastily put-together nonsense article I’d ever seen in my life. “You’re being painted as the hero. You valiantly came to my rescue after I had a meltdown due to our breakup. So, this is good press for you.”
“Except that we broke up a year ago.”
“Yeah. Wow. I sound so fragile and pathetic.”
A grunt from him.
“I mean, they’re not completely wrong. I was upset because of you. However, no mental breakdown is currently occurring as far as I’m aware. You’re off the hook there.”
His brows drew in tight. “Not sure if I should apologize again or what.”
“Oh excellent, some commenters believe I’m a money-hungry ho. Little do they know, huh?”
“Fuck’s sake. Don’t read the comments. Rule number one in dealing with the internet: never let that crap take up room inside your skull. It leads to nowhere good.”
“Oh, wait! Now they’re hoping that I’ll sex you and leave you again, resulting in another great album.” My laughter was a brittle broken thing. “I’m so glad our emotional trauma entertains them.”
Adam said a whole lot of nothing and scratched at his jawline.
“At least she’s trying to put a positive spin on things, I guess.” I scrolled on. “This guy says I’m a toxic bitch while he’d make you happy and treat you right. Might want to reach out for his number.”
“Baby?”
“Hmm?” I looked up to find Adam wearing a pained if patient expression. “What?”
“Put the cell down.”
I slowly did as I was told. That he’d called me baby would be ignored in totality.