Page 50 of Adam & Eve

“Yeah right. You say that until you find out I’m dry as the Sahara, then you’ll find another

reason to keep me here. I’m not even going to entertain your lies, Adam.”

His forehead scrunched up at my words “I’m not the liar, Eve. You are. So, do we have a

deal?”

Annoyed deep down in my soul I got up and left him sitting at the table. I heard him laughing

as I closed the bathroom door. I didn’t even have to check my panties to know they were wet. I took

them and my shirt off then got into the shower and tried to wash some of my annoyance away.

T W E L V E

I decided to give Eve reprieve. My teasing seemed to be a bit too much. It worked though because a

couple of days followed without incident. I fed off the smallest bit of attention she gave me. I listened

intently while she shared things, her likes and wants, stories from her childhood when she was happy.

We watched movies and talked about mundane shit like we were friends.

The entire time, she asked nothing of me. There were no questions about my wife or when I’d

let her go. She showed me no hostility, and best of all, she let me touch her. I started thinking I could

see a light at the end of the tunnel.

Maybe she was coming around?

Curiosity got the better of me after a while. I wanted to know why she was suddenly okay with

being there. We lay in bed together, side by side, both staring at the ceiling while enjoying being in

one another’s space. The last thing I wanted to do was bring tension back to our situation, but I

couldn’t stop myself from thinking about it.

I asked, “What’s changed?”

The mattress shifted. I felt the heat of her stare on the side of my face. I knew she wanted me

to turn and look at her, but I couldn’t. I was too scared to face her. I didn’t want to see the truth in her

eyes. Her words alone would probably hurt enough.

“You want to know the truth?” she asked.

It pleased me that I didn’t have to elaborate about what I meant by the question. She just knew.

It was like that at times. She knew me without me having to explain myself to her. That confirmed that

what I’d done the last four years had been worth it. We were meant to be.

“No lie to me,” I responded sarcastically.

I didn’t have to see her roll them to know she was rolling her pretty eyes. That seemed to be