Page 44 of Adam & Eve

Those words yanked me out of whatever haze I’d been in. My eyes shot open. I sneered at

him. “I’ll never beg you for anything,” I spat.

He laughed. “Eventually you will, Eve. Your body’s already begging for it,” he taunted.

Aggravated, I pushed past him. This time he let me. I headed for the food. I sat down and

picked up a fork full of fluffy eggs and put them in my mouth. I shouldn’t have been surprised they

were just how I liked them, whisked with milk and scrambled in butter. I pretended that episode

against the bathroom wall never happened.

Adam walked over and sat down across from me with a hurt expression on his face. I could

tell it was fake. I noticed his hardened manhood pressing against the opening of his boxers.

“I wanted to lotion your body, and all you want to do is eat. I thought you weren’t hungry,” he

said.

I ignored him.

T E N

After eating, she sat silently, pensively with her head down while studying her hands. She was deep

in thought, and while I wanted to know what her thoughts were, I wouldn’t push her. I couldn’t stop

myself from touching her though. It was my way of letting her know I was there when she was ready

to talk. I reached across the table and laced our fingers together. Her gaze moved up to my face. She

didn’t speak, but her eyes told me not to touch her.

It was amusing. I liked the fact that she wasn’t pretending with me right now. It had been less

than forty-eight hours with us here together and she’d shown me new sides of herself. She was human,

flawed and unafraid to let me know her emotions. People being completely real with me was not

something I’d experienced much of in life. The people who usually took up space in my everyday life

were fake, plastic, and rehearsed. Even my parents lied for me.

She tilted our hands back and forth as she studied them. I ignored her and enjoyed the feel of

her soft skin against mine. She snatched her hand away and stood up abruptly, almost knocking over

her chair. I didn’t react.

“How long do you plan on keeping me here?” she snapped.

“As long as it takes.”

I had an inkling as to what her next question would be. It would be easy for me to answer it

without her asking, but I liked her voice; low and melodious, sweet, and southern. After four years of