Page 47 of Adam & Eve

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Page 47 of Adam & Eve

always imagined us.

E L E V E N

It was day five. We were eating breakfast, pretending the situation we were in was normal when it

was anything but. It had started to feel normal though. I could admit that. Adam sat across from me in

boxers and a t-shirt with his perfect hair messed up—perfectly. He was reading the newspaper. Not

from his phone or tablet like normal people, but an actual newspaper.

Every morning it arrived with breakfast, and he read every single page. It was unusual for

2018 since everyone’s cell stayed glued to their hand. Somehow, I found it endearing. And that

bothered me. Nothing about him was supposed to be appealing, but it was. He looked happy and

content. That annoyed me

“I can feel you staring, why?” he asked.

“Because I’m curious,” I said.

He took the time to neatly fold his paper and place it on the table before giving me his full

attention.

“About?”

“The very first day we met. Would I be here if I had said yes to coffee?”

“So, you do remember?” he asked.

“Somewhat, now that I’ve thought back.”

“To be honest, Eve, I don’t know.”

I didn’t believe him. He knew. He just avoided telling me things he thought I wouldn’t like to

hear.

“Interesting,” I said.

“Is it?” He shifted and readjusted himself in his seat.

“Yes. The fact that such an inconsequential moment in time could change my entire life is very

interesting.”

“Inconsequential?” He frowned, drawing his brows together. “I wouldn’t call the moment that

changed our destinies inconsequential.” He spat inconsequential out like it had turned sour in his

mouth.

I shrugged, not caring about his change in mood. “It was inconsequential to me. You were just

another man trying to get some pussy.”




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