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.I pulled the sheet over my head and grumbled, You first. While Adam was anxious to know the details of my attack blood and gore would have to waituntil after bacon and eggs.Adam ripped the sheet down. Get up out of that bed or I ll drag you out. I want to sleep in. My body nearly catapulted off the edge when Adam sailed over and collapsed beside me. Sounds like a plan.What shall we talk about? I ripped the sheet over him and stormed into the bathroom where I showered up and dug throughmy bag of clothes.He could be a real pain in the ass when he wanted.Unfortunately, my old clothes no longer fit my taller frame.I slid into a pair of distressed jeansand a red sleeveless blouse, applying a thin layer of peach scented lotion to my skin.I combed out thetangles of my long, dark hair and gathered it up, neatly pinning it back.My hips were narrow and lesshourglass, but there was enough there to keep my jeans from slipping too low.My shoulders werebroader than before, and my arms slender and tone, even though I never worked out.What stood outthe most were my green eyes framed against midnight lashes. Five minutes, almost done, Adam called out from the kitchen as I sat down to a very lovelytable setting.The silverware rested on cloth napkins beside the colored plates.He even scooped out theapricot preserve and put it in a pretty crystal dish.Nice touch. What s the occasion? I called out, staring at the handpicked wildflowers in the vase with anarched brow.He ignored me, whistling a made up tune.Adam strolled in barefoot with a black shirt neatly tucked in a pair of tan slacks. I like the pants, I said as he set a glass of juice on the table. I was beginning to think you werehaving a love affair with Calvin Klein. He looked nice, very put together.Even jazzed it up with a smart leather belt. We agreed to see other people. Adam set down a bowl of strawberries and slid an omelet appeared on my plate. Many women would see you as the holy grail if you didn t hide yourself in a wilderness retreat.Good looks, good food, so-so sense of humor. Adam turned back to the stove clearing his throat. I didn t bother to wait before diving in. This is so delicious, I said with a full mouth. It s nice to have someone to cook for. A ladybug crawled across the table from the flowers and spread her wings threatening to leave.When Adam took his seat, I figured she was enchanted and decided to sit for a spell.I turned my neck at the sound of birds stirring up a frenzy outside by the feeder. You were upearly. But Adam didn t want to talk.Not yet, perhaps not wanting to spoil the breakfast he put so mucheffort in preparing.When we finished, nothing was left but a half a strip of bacon sitting on a plate between us.Ireached for it when the plate disappeared, hovering out of reach. Don t make me put the hurt on you, give. I don t think I ve ever seen a girl eat as much as you.I don t know where you put it. True.I hadn t gained a single ounce since day the day we met and he fed me very well. You trying to tell me I m a pig? Just observing your overzealous appetite, he grinned.I waved my fork in the air and narrowed my eyes. I ve got a fork and I m not afraid to use it. Well then, I ve got a glow stick and I m not afraid to use it. You need to keep that stick in your pants, I laughed as Adam cleared the table. You really should quit your day job, I yelled out. Open up your own bistro.I could waitressand flirt with the customers, if I m flirt-worthy. You re definitely flirt-worthy.I bet you have to beat men off with a stick. I carried the remaining plates to the sink and stood beside him.He washed, I dried. You saw what a ravishing delight I used to be. Sarcasm dripped off my tongue. Sunny wasthe flirt, I just hung back and observed the master. Some men prefer beer over a fine wine.That doesn t mean much. So what am I in this scenario the beer or the wine? Adam dropped his chin and frowned. The wine, of course. Sunny would kick your ass for calling her beer. It s not a put down.Some girls are the kind that every man appreciates, and there s nothingwrong with that. He ran the plate under the faucet scrubbing it with the bristle sponge and passed it over to me.Part of our perception of our looks is shaped from a lifetime of comments, opinions andreactions to it.I always knew where I stood before.But now, I had none of that to go on outside ofwhat I saw in the mirror was I still wine, or was I beer? Hell, maybe now I was moonshine. I m sorry I slapped you and said what I did. Don t apologize, you were right.I shouldn t have left you alone like that, you could have beenhurt. There was a delicate stretch of silence. So who was I chasing? I tensed.Here it was, the moment Adam would decide how far-fetched this whole thing reallywas.He knew what he found and he knew what the paper said, but he didn t know the whole truth ofit. I was crossing a field that night on my way home when someone jumped me. Adam played statue, holding a bowl under the running water but not looking up.Perhaps he wasafraid if he startled me, I might quit talking.I continued to dry the plate, every square inch of it.Three times As I told him the details of what happened to me, my pulse quickened and I was out of breath.While I had replayed the events in my head a million times I didn t realize how much it would stillaffect me when I actually verbalized it.When I finished, I recapped [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.I pulled the sheet over my head and grumbled, You first. While Adam was anxious to know the details of my attack blood and gore would have to waituntil after bacon and eggs.Adam ripped the sheet down. Get up out of that bed or I ll drag you out. I want to sleep in. My body nearly catapulted off the edge when Adam sailed over and collapsed beside me. Sounds like a plan.What shall we talk about? I ripped the sheet over him and stormed into the bathroom where I showered up and dug throughmy bag of clothes.He could be a real pain in the ass when he wanted.Unfortunately, my old clothes no longer fit my taller frame.I slid into a pair of distressed jeansand a red sleeveless blouse, applying a thin layer of peach scented lotion to my skin.I combed out thetangles of my long, dark hair and gathered it up, neatly pinning it back.My hips were narrow and lesshourglass, but there was enough there to keep my jeans from slipping too low.My shoulders werebroader than before, and my arms slender and tone, even though I never worked out.What stood outthe most were my green eyes framed against midnight lashes. Five minutes, almost done, Adam called out from the kitchen as I sat down to a very lovelytable setting.The silverware rested on cloth napkins beside the colored plates.He even scooped out theapricot preserve and put it in a pretty crystal dish.Nice touch. What s the occasion? I called out, staring at the handpicked wildflowers in the vase with anarched brow.He ignored me, whistling a made up tune.Adam strolled in barefoot with a black shirt neatly tucked in a pair of tan slacks. I like the pants, I said as he set a glass of juice on the table. I was beginning to think you werehaving a love affair with Calvin Klein. He looked nice, very put together.Even jazzed it up with a smart leather belt. We agreed to see other people. Adam set down a bowl of strawberries and slid an omelet appeared on my plate. Many women would see you as the holy grail if you didn t hide yourself in a wilderness retreat.Good looks, good food, so-so sense of humor. Adam turned back to the stove clearing his throat. I didn t bother to wait before diving in. This is so delicious, I said with a full mouth. It s nice to have someone to cook for. A ladybug crawled across the table from the flowers and spread her wings threatening to leave.When Adam took his seat, I figured she was enchanted and decided to sit for a spell.I turned my neck at the sound of birds stirring up a frenzy outside by the feeder. You were upearly. But Adam didn t want to talk.Not yet, perhaps not wanting to spoil the breakfast he put so mucheffort in preparing.When we finished, nothing was left but a half a strip of bacon sitting on a plate between us.Ireached for it when the plate disappeared, hovering out of reach. Don t make me put the hurt on you, give. I don t think I ve ever seen a girl eat as much as you.I don t know where you put it. True.I hadn t gained a single ounce since day the day we met and he fed me very well. You trying to tell me I m a pig? Just observing your overzealous appetite, he grinned.I waved my fork in the air and narrowed my eyes. I ve got a fork and I m not afraid to use it. Well then, I ve got a glow stick and I m not afraid to use it. You need to keep that stick in your pants, I laughed as Adam cleared the table. You really should quit your day job, I yelled out. Open up your own bistro.I could waitressand flirt with the customers, if I m flirt-worthy. You re definitely flirt-worthy.I bet you have to beat men off with a stick. I carried the remaining plates to the sink and stood beside him.He washed, I dried. You saw what a ravishing delight I used to be. Sarcasm dripped off my tongue. Sunny wasthe flirt, I just hung back and observed the master. Some men prefer beer over a fine wine.That doesn t mean much. So what am I in this scenario the beer or the wine? Adam dropped his chin and frowned. The wine, of course. Sunny would kick your ass for calling her beer. It s not a put down.Some girls are the kind that every man appreciates, and there s nothingwrong with that. He ran the plate under the faucet scrubbing it with the bristle sponge and passed it over to me.Part of our perception of our looks is shaped from a lifetime of comments, opinions andreactions to it.I always knew where I stood before.But now, I had none of that to go on outside ofwhat I saw in the mirror was I still wine, or was I beer? Hell, maybe now I was moonshine. I m sorry I slapped you and said what I did. Don t apologize, you were right.I shouldn t have left you alone like that, you could have beenhurt. There was a delicate stretch of silence. So who was I chasing? I tensed.Here it was, the moment Adam would decide how far-fetched this whole thing reallywas.He knew what he found and he knew what the paper said, but he didn t know the whole truth ofit. I was crossing a field that night on my way home when someone jumped me. Adam played statue, holding a bowl under the running water but not looking up.Perhaps he wasafraid if he startled me, I might quit talking.I continued to dry the plate, every square inch of it.Three times As I told him the details of what happened to me, my pulse quickened and I was out of breath.While I had replayed the events in my head a million times I didn t realize how much it would stillaffect me when I actually verbalized it.When I finished, I recapped [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]