“These are complete strangers casting judgement on shit they know nothing about,” he said. “They don’t know you or me. They don’t know anything about us, okay?”
My fingers fidgeted in my lap, picking at my cuticles, a sure sign of nerves. “I’ve never made headlines before.”
“Yeah. Well…unfortunately it’s a side effect of getting to play my music.” He sighed. “Since it’s making news, they’ll probably hang outside for a while, hoping to get another shot. Might be best if you stayed here for a bit…”
“Maybe.”
“Thanks for cleaning up after the haircut.” He reached out, sliding his hand over mine. I needed the contact more than I was willing to admit. Instant internet infamy was kind of nerve-wracking. His skin was so warm. The calluses on his fingers were so familiar. “I would have done it.”
“Not a big deal.” I shrugged, letting him hold my hand. Because I was a damn fool. “So what do you want to do? Watch TV, play guitar, do some gaming, have another nap, what?”
“Whatever you want. I’m just happy you’re here.”
“Adam…”
“Am I not supposed to say that?” he asked, shuffling closer. “Martha has one rule.”
“Wait. Martha? Your manager?”
“That’s right. If she works her ass off to give me an opportunity, then I’m not allowed to waste it.”
Oh, boy. “Ha.”
“This is me not wasting my chance with you.”
“I wouldn’t say the woman worked her ass off to get me into your car. I was willing—to a certain degree. Also, this is about you and me and doesn’t involve your manager. Stop looking at me that way.”
“What way?”
“Adam,” I growled.
“You know, I’d kind of forgotten how good we were together.”
“Had you now?”
“Figured I was just putting a shine on old memories or something,” he said, moving a little closer. “Or that I was gauging the strength of the relationship off the heartache when you left, instead of really remembering what it was like when we were together. But being inside of you is sweet perfection.”
“Stop it. We’re not…let’s not talk about the sex.”
“Okay. Let’s talk about you being here then. About us spending time together.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Adam, you hated talking about our relationship and now that we don’t even have one, you want to discuss things?”
The side of his lip curled up in a beguiling half-smile. “Sure. Why not?”
“I think my brain is about to explode.”
“You know, not all of those internet comments should be ignored.”
“Hmm?” I cocked my head, both bewildered and way overstimulated.
“Break my heart again, Jill.” His sweet sexy smile made my heart hurt. Damn the man. “C’mon. I dare you.”
Chapter Four
“That’s not funny.”
Adam watched me, calm as could be. “I’m not joking.”