CHAPTER THREE.
“Which way to your room?”
Adam kisses the question on my lips, the words heating my blood. I break away from our kiss and take his hand, pulling me with him.
I throw a sheepish look his way as I move us past the clutter on my bedroom floor. I have a bit of a shopping addiction and unopened boxes of shoes and bag line the walls of my room.
“I can see why you don’t repeat your shoes.”
I push him down on the bed, laughing when his head bounces off the mattress and he gives it a dirty look.
“I repeat my shoes. I just dress them up.”
Adam goes to say something else, but I place a finger on his lips, slowly crawling into bed. His gaze is locked on me as I straddle his thighs, laughing lightly when his hands grip my shoulders.
“Adam, we’ve kissed. Where’s the awkwardness co
