I had never spent more than three days out at my father's cabin in the middle of the woods. I had never really known much about living off the land and enjoying the sounds of the wild. I was a city girl that wanted only to be done with the cabin and move on.
My father wasn't a good father. He was never there for me. He had abandoned me and my mother when I was young, but I still had to go see him. It was always a horrible time that ended quickly when he brought a young woman home and I called my mother to come get me. Over the seventeen years of my life since my father left my mother I had only spent a total of three days with him.
I looked up at the large wooden door in front of me. The porch around me was slick, a freezing rain had been pouring down since the day before and there was at least an inch of ice everywhere. I touched the door handle and sighed. This was no longer my father's cabin. It was mine, but I didn't want it.
I pushed the door open and stumbled into the darkness. I fell to my hands and knees as I tripped over something by the door. I didn't know what it was.
I stood up slowly and used the little light that came through the door to find the light switch. My eyes grew wide as I saw the only light source. It was a small lamp on a stand that had a drawer attached to it. I swallowed hard. How could anyone live without electricity?
I opened the drawer and found a box of matches, another thing that wasn't going to set well with me. I could never get a match to light to save my life. I sighed and grabbed the lamp. It took me a few moments to figure out how to open the lamp so I could light it, but I finally succeeded. It took me a bit longer, though, to light the match.
After I had broken three matches and completely worn the tip off of another three I finally succeeded. Lighting the match was one thing. I still had to light the lamp. The first time I moved too fast and the match went out. The second time I moved too slow and I burnt myself, causing me to drop the match and watch it go out. The third time I finally succeeded.
I rolled my eyes as I looked at the floor and saw the nine matches that were lying at my feet. I shrugged it off. I wasn't going to stay here. I just came to get a few of my father's private things so that I could sell the stupid thing.
I pushed the door closed and shivered. It seemed colder with the door closed than open. I hated this place.
I slowly walked over to the stairway that was across the small room so that I could make my way to the single bedroom. I just had to get all of my father's clothes and different trinkets so that I could sell the cabin, then I could sell the trinkets.
I cursed as I hit my knee against the railing. How could anyone live like this? I couldn't see and it was really pissing me off.
I rubbed my knee the whole time I was walking up the stairs then paused as I looked at the doorway that led to my father's room. I could imagine him in there lying in his bed where they found him. I could smell death reaching out to me from the confines of the tiny room. Could I sell this place with that horrid stench attached to it?
I swallowed hard and pushed myself into the room. I was actually surprised to find my father's room nicely kept. It looked as if someone had made the bed since he had died. The rest of the room was immaculate. I was surprised about that. I always thought of my father as a slob. There were different blankets thrown around the rest of the cabin and it never looked clean, but this room looked nice, from what I could see with the little light.
I jumped when I heard the door open and felt a cold wind reach me. I turned around and looked towards the open door. I saw the silhouette of a man, I think, it was hard to tell. They had broader shoulders and were wearing a knee length coat that probably kept them a lot warmer than the small jacket I had on.
I blew out the lamp and stepped out on to the landing to see what the person was doing. I wasn't going to let someone steal anything out of my fully furnished cabin. That's why it was going to sell so well.
The person walked around the cabin as if they knew where they were going and what they were looking for. I watched as the person stopped by the fire place and picked something up. In a quick movement I heard a match strike and saw the little flame. I rolled my eyes and watched as he tossed the match into the fire place and lit a fire.
I saw the person in the light of the growing fire. It was a young man, probably a year or two older than me. He had dark shaggy hair and a sharp yet attractive face. He looked like he would be taller than me, it was hard to tell when I was looking down at him.
"I won't hurt you," my eyes grew wide. How could he know that I was there? I hadn't made a noise and it was way too dark to see anything, "You're Ken's daughter."
I walked down the stairs with the lamp in my hands, ready to smash it over his head with only a moment's notice, "Who are you?"
He turned towards me as I stepped up to him. He was taller than me and appeared to have a bit of muscle, "I am Adam. I knew your father."
I rolled my eyes, "Wow, I didn't think the old man went that way."
Adam's eyes grew hard, "Ken was a good man. He never meant to hurt you and he always regretted not being there for you."
I scoffed, "Really? Why did he always have a different woman every time I was here?"
He shrugged, "I don't know. How often did you see him?"
I shrugged. There had been the first time when I was three. Then when I was seven. Then the next few years until I was fifteen. Then I stopped going all together, "Once a year or so."
Adam sighed, "Your father was supposed to be allowed to have a girlfriend."
I rolled my eyes, "Right. Why the hell would he have those skanks over when I was here?"
He looked down into my eyes and I noticed that they were a light brown that almost looked gold in the fire light, "He didn't know how to entertain a girl. He thought that it would be better for you."
I laughed, "Right, like my father would think of me."
Adam ran his hand through his hair and sighed, "I really don't think you know anything about your father."
I crossed my arms over my chest, "I know enough to not like him. He cheated on my mother. He left me and my mother to fend for ourselves!"
Adam scratched the back of his neck, "I can see why you don't like him, but that's not the man I knew."
"How did you know that bastard anyway?"
Adam leaned back against the mantel and blocked all the heat from the fire, "I was out in the woods one night. I was lost and it was cold. I thought that it would be a good idea to climb a tree to see where I was. I made it almost to the top, but the last branch snapped on me and I fell to the ground. Your father found me and brought me here. He saved my life."
I rolled my eyes, "Right, like he would do anything like that. He was heartless."
He glared at me and I stepped back. I had never seen anyone look so irritated. It was scary, "You don't know the man. You just want the money that you can get out of this place."
I shrugged, "What would you do with this place?"
He looked around as he moved away from the fire place. I smiled it was no longer so cold, "I would move in and keep this place looking nice for the only man that gave a damn."
I laughed at him, "I know you're not talking about my father. He didn't care about anything other than himself."
Adam rolled his eyes, "Why did you believe everything your mother told you?"
"Because I had no reason not to," it was a simple statement. A statement that he couldn't argue with. I had no reason to doubt my mother's word. All my father had ever done was put me to the back burner and let me simmer. I simmered and I was about to scream by the time he died.
He sighed, "He loved you, Myra."
I rolled my eyes, "No, he didn't. Now, I want you out of my cabin, Adam."
He nodded and walked over to the door, "Enjoy your money," he stepped outside and closed the door. I knew that he meant for that to be an insult, but it didn't work. I was going to enjoy the one thing that my father did give to me.
-It was three weeks later. Winter had been hitting us hard. The snow had just been plowed off the roads of the city after almost six days. I was ready to go out and have a good time. My best friend Leila invited me to go to a club with her. I wasn't going to say no. Who could say no to a night out clubbing?
I was ready for the night out. Well, a night at the clubs, there was no way I was going to stay out in what I was wearing. I was wearing a tight black mini skirt and knee high vinyl boots. I had on a cropped tank top and had my favorite black leather coat. I looked good and knew that I was going to get lucky that night.
I jumped when there was a knock on my door and I knew it was Leila. The night was beginning and I was excited. Something had to go right. My father's cabin hadn't sold because someone had been around every time someone went to look at it to say that the previous owner had died in it. I never knew that that could freak so many people out.
I sighed as I opened the door. Leila looked stunning. She was wearing her classic pair of burgundy leather pants and black clunky boots. Her coat was closed so I couldn't see what top she was wearing, but I knew it would go well with her pants. That girl never looked like she was ever out of it.
She brushed her long copper locks behind her shoulder and looked me over, "You look hot!" he grabbed my hands, "This is going to be a memorable night!"
I laughed at her and nodded, "I know. Where are we going to go?"
Leila smiled, "The new club that just opened up. It's called Black Diamond. It's supposed to be really cool and they have a live band every night. All the local guys play there. Some of them are really hot!"
I laughed at her and shook my head, "I'm not really into musicians."
She shrugged, "Well, more for me," she ran her hand over her thigh and shuddered, "Them musician types know how to use their fingers."
I laughed at her again, "Let's go. I don't want to be heating the outdoors."
Leila nodded and pulled me out the door, "Let's go, chicky!"
It only took us about fifteen minutes to get to Black Diamond and only about five minutes to get in. The line wasn't that long, but there were a surprising amount of people there. Leila and I walked in and were assaulted by the sound of expertly played guitars and an amazing voice doing something similar to 10 Years. It was actually pretty good.
I followed Leila over to the bar and she opened her coat. My eyes grew wide. She was wearing a simple tube top that showed off a good amount of her large breasts. She had been cooped up in her apartment for too long.
All the men looked over to us and ran to our side. Leila giggled and I smiled at some guy with short black hair and black eyes. He was cute, probably the cutest and he looked like the type I would get lucky with.
The music stopped and I heard a familiar male voice, "We are going to take a quick break. We'll be back in about fifteen minutes. Zanity's Lost will be back," I looked up to the stage and my eyes grew wide. Standing behind the mike with a guitar on his back was Adam. He was the singer that I had liked when I walked in. He was the one playing the guitar so masterfully.
He jumped down from the stage and walked over to the bar with his guitar on his back. He was stopped a few times by a few of his groupies, all girls that seemed to be drooling all over him. I rolled my eyes. He wasn't that great...
He stepped up to the bar, "I would like a water. I'm parched."
The bar tender handed him a glass and Leila stepped up to him. I had to admit. He was attractive, but he was nowhere near high enough to be with Leila.
Leila leaned against him and ran her hand over his arm, "Hey, sexy."
Adam looked down at her and rolled his eyes, "I'm not into skanks."
My eyes grew wide. No one talked to my best friend like that! I stepped up to him and turned him around to face me, making his guitar hit the bar.
"Hey! This thing wasn't cheap!" he paused when he saw me, "Myra? What are you doing here?"
I rolled my eyes, "I'm allowed to go to a club. Don't you dare think about talking to her like that again!"
Adam nodded, "I speak the truth. If you don't like it then you don't have to talk to me," he glared at Leila, "Xander is looking for a good lay. He's the drummer," I pushed him back against the bar, making the guitar thud again, "If you don't stop hurting my guitar you're going to buy me another one!"
I glared at him, "Don't talk to my best friend like that! You don't know anything about her!"
Adam stepped up to me and looked down at me, "Any girl that caresses me when they meet me is a complete whore. I will not lie to them. I am not into the kind and never will be. I was taught to respect women."
"Then respect us!"
He smiled, "I said women. A whore is not a person. They're a tool that I will never use," he gave Leila a pointed stare, "Respect yourself and you will earn respect," he looked down at me again, "Oh, having fun trying to sell your cabin?"
"You bastard!" I pushed him back against the bar and I heard a weird sound come from his guitar, "You are just like him. You enjoy making my life a living hell!"
He shook his head and pulled his guitar off, "No, I enjoy being honest," he handed me his guitar, "Oh, do you mind taking this to get it fixed."
I threw it back at him and he caught it, "I have many witnesses and I have the resources to sue your ass. Better spend a couple thousand dollars or a new guitar or would you prefer a couple hundred thousand for court fees."
My eyes grew wide as he handed me his guitar again. I took the guitar, "How are you going to finish your show?"
He smiled, "Well, I come prepared. I have another guitar backstage."
I growled at him, "How do I find you once I have your stupid guitar?"
He shrugged, "You can always meet me at your cabin. I go there every day."
I screamed at him and he just walked away. I dropped the guitar and looked around at everyone. They were all staring at me. My night was ruined. There was no way I was going to find a guy that would want to do anything with me after that display. I looked over to Leila, "I want to go."
Leila nodded and said farewell to her new friends then followed me outside, "Who was that?"
I looked back at her and groaned when I saw the guitar in her hands, "What are you doing?"
She smiled, "He was cute. I want a shot and I think that this is the best way."
I rolled my eyes and took the guitar from her, "He's an ass. You don't want to get involved with him."
She laughed, "Who said anything about getting involved? I just want to get him in," she shivered again and unlocked her car, "What's his name?"
I rolled my eyes, "I just know that his name is Adam."
"How do you know him?"
I sighed, "Remember when I went to the cabin to check it out?" she nodded, "Well, he was the dick that just let himself in."
She nodded, "Oh, do you mind if I get him for a night."
I rolled my eyes and I threw the guitar in the back, "Go right ahead. Have fun with him because I know I never will."
She jumped in excitement, "Awesome, I just need to figure out how to seduce him."
I rolled my eyes and sat down in her car. I just wanted to go home and sulk. I was so excited about that night. I thought that things were going to be a good type of memorable. Not what it was. I sighed and laid my head against the window. I was getting tired.
-It was the next day. I was reading over my father's will for the first time. I knew that he had left me the cabin, but I didn't know what else he wanted for me. I sighed. I was really nervous. I couldn't understand why. I knew what my father thought of me. It was just something about reading the last desires of a dead man.
I sighed and opened the letter. I read it real quick and my eyes grew wide. I wasn't expecting what I saw. In nice neat print were my father's last wishes:
I know I was never there for you and I regret that. I didn't know what I could offer you, but I realize now, too late, that I could give you so much. The child support that I had been giving to you hadn't gotten to you, I know that, I could see that. Your mother was a wonderful woman when I met her. When I had just inherited what my father had left me.
I realize now that all your mother was after was money. I know it was stupid to leave her when I knew that she couldn't fend for herself, but I thought I was doing the right thing. I couldn't tear you away from your mother. I was never home because I had to work all the time and you were very attached to her.
I am so sorry about what I had put you through. If you are reading this then it was too late and I haven't seen you. I miss you. I just want to make it up to you, but I know that leaving you with everything I have won't do that. I'm sorry.
Enjoy the life that I was afraid to play my part in. I love you my sweet little princess.
Forever Loving You,
Adam was right. My father did love me. I put the letter down and sighed. I had been so mean to my father because he was never there, but he thought that was best for me. I sighed as I thought about the child support that was supposedly mine. Did my mother take that and use it for herself?
I sighed and looked over to the guitar that sat in the corner. I had to get that and get to him. I needed to talk to him. I was pretty sure he would know how to find those records to see if my father had been sending child support to me. I needed to know if I was hating the wrong person.
-It was two days later. I was sitting on the couch in the cabin looking out the single window waiting for Adam to come walking up the little snow covered path. I jumped up when I saw him.
I ran out the door and slipped on the icy porch and fell. I let out a little shriek of surprise as I landed with a thud. I didn't really hurt myself, but it wasn't a nice feeling. I sat up and saw Adam running towards me. He reached the porch and slipped as he tried to run up the steps, but he caught himself.
He inched his way towards me, holding the railing as he did so. He kneeled down next to me, "Are you okay?"
I nodded and got to my knees, "Yeah," I rubbed my butt and sighed, "I should have listened to you."
He cocked an eyebrow in puzzlement, "What?"
I sighed and he stood up, helping me up at the same time, "My father. He wasn't really a bad person. I just read the letter he had attached to his will."
Adam nodded, "Oh."
I sighed, "I'm sorry I was such a bitch," he shook his head and led me back into the cabin, "I need your help with something."
He looked back at me before he grabbed a match from the mantel and kneeled down next to the fire place, "Do you have my guitar?"
I shook my head and he began putting crumpled up newspaper in the fire place, "I'll help you once you get that."
I sighed, "I went to find a guitar, but I couldn't find it. I thought I would just take you to a music store some time and let you pick out one."
He lit the match and threw it in with a piece of wood, "What do you want my help with?"
I sat down on the couch and pulled one of those random blankets over me, "I don't know what to do if I want to find out if my father ever paid child support and how much if he did."
He looked up at me as he had the fire going, "You just go to the courthouse. They should give out that much information. I don't know why you would need me for that."
I smiled, "You said you had the resources to sue me for a guitar," he nodded, "Do you have the resources to help me sue my mother for all the money back?"
He nodded, "Yeah, but I don't think that would be right. You're mother provided for you."
I sighed, "I just have this feeling that he gave a significant amount."
Adam shrugged, "I'll help you if you need it."
I smiled, "Will you go to the courthouse with me?"
He looked at his watch, "Not today. It's Saturday and I have to work. We'll have to wait for Tuesday."
"Why not Monday?"
He stepped over to the couch and sat on the arm of the couch, "Because I have to work Monday also," he shivered slightly, "How much to you think your father gave you?"
I shrugged and scooted over and lifted the blanket I was under. He understood the gesture and sat down next to me, "I really don't know, but my mom always had the nicest clothes and accessories while I had nothing."
Adam nodded and I moved closer to him. He felt so warm even from six inches away, "Do you really think that you would have a good solid case?"
I nodded and moved even closer to him, "Yeah, do you think I do?"
He lifted his arm and pulled me close. He was warm, "It all depends on how much he gave you," he sighed and I took a deep breath. He even smelled good.
I nodded, "Okay, how much do you think it would take for me to have a solid case?"
He shrugged, "I would guess about a hundred grand."
"A hundred thousand dollars?"
He nodded, "Yeah, you were only three when he left right?" I nodded, "Well, that's fifteen years of child support at fifty-two weeks a year and at least a hundred dollars a week. That will probably add up to about ninety thousand."
My eyes grew wide and I looked up at him, "You did that all in your head just now?"
He nodded and looked right into the fire, "You do know that I'm only here for you right now because I feel I owe your father, right?"
I sighed, "Now I do," I looked down at the blanket that covered us, "Why are you so brutally honest?"
He sighed, "My parents were always lying to each other and it made life hell. I didn't want that in my life. So I'm honest because I expect everyone around me to be honest."
I nodded, "That makes sense. Do you come from a broken home also?"
He shook his head, "No," I looked up at him amazed. He just seemed like the person that would have come from that type of background, but assuming makes an ass out of me, "My parents never split, but they always fought like they would."
I sighed and laid my head against his chest. He was solid under his layers of clothes. The first thing I thought about was what it would be like to lay against his bare chest, "I'm sorry."
He shrugged, "It's life. No one gets it easy," he sat up straight and pulled his coat off. He draped it over me and I laid my head against his chest again. He was even warmer with his coat off.
"Why did you continue to see my father?"
He sighed and I was finally beginning to warm up, "He was the only one that understood me. My parents would always get on my case about wanting to be a musician while my mom was a lawyer and my father was a doctor. I was supposed to be like one of them," he sighed and looked down at me, "Your father was the father I wanted. He took me to guitar lessons, encouraged me to make a band with my friends. He was supportive of my dreams."
I sighed, "Was he a good man?"
He nodded and sighed, "He was great. He taught me how to live in the forest for days. He taught me everything that I wanted to know. He was a perfect father."
My eyes began to water. It hurt to know that my father was an amazing father to some stranger that I had never met before. I buried my head in his chest and he ran his hand over my arm.
He sighed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."
I shook my head and looked up at him, "Don't be. It's not your fault. It's just odd to hear about my father being the perfect father to someone else."
He nodded, "I bet," he looked down at me and his light eyes were intense, "Your father thought that he was doing what was best."
I nodded, "I understand that now, but he wasn't," I looked out the window as a tear slipped from my eye, "You are a lot different than I thought at first."
He chuckled, "Did you think I was some messed up trespassing freak?"
I smiled and looked up at him, "Kind of. I was so focused on selling this place. The last thing that I wanted was for anyone to ruin the retail value of the cabin."
He sighed, "I'm sorry for ruining your sales."
I shook my head and sighed, "No, thank you. I was just rushing into things. I'm glad you stopped me."
He smiled and rubbed my arm again, "Yeah, but you're not too happy with everything I've done."
I stopped for a moment and then it hit me what he was saying. He was talking about his talk with Leila the other night. I sighed, "You were right. We're both whores," I smiled at him, "I'm not going to lie. I've been thinking about that."
He shrugged, "That's why you've been cuddling up to me."
I sighed, "Are you a virgin?"
He shook his head, "No, but I've only been with one girl after I had been with her for over a year. I don't rush into things. I like to assess the situation. "
I sighed, "Oh," I looked at the fire as I started to warm up, "Do you mind that I'm cuddling with you?"
He shook his head, "No, but you can't expect this again. I know you're kind of hurt right now, but if I let you continue you will get way too attached for the wrong reasons."
I nodded, "I understand," I laid my head against his chest and closed my eyes, "What time do you have to work today?"
He looked at his watch and sighed, "I have to leave in about ten minutes."
-It was Tuesday. Adam and I were standing outside the courthouse. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt under his knee length coat. I was wearing a pair of black jeans and a long sleeve loose shirt under my favorite leather coat.
He ran his hand through his hair and licked his lips, "I still don't see why I came with you."
I rolled my eyes and laughed, "You did it because you felt sorry for me."
He smiled, "I don't feel sorry for you," he leaned closer to me, "I like you, Miss Bennet."
I stared up at him in wonder before he leaned down and kissed me. I was stunned at first, but then I melted into his touch and complied. He was an amazing kisser.
He pulled away and stared down at me with his light eyes, "I'm sorry."
I shook my head and laced my fingers through his, "Don't be, I think I kind of like you, too."
He laughed and led me into the courthouse. I never thought that I would ever be the girl that found the nice guy. I was always the skank and knew that.
He leaned down and placed and kiss on my cheek before we reached the office. I was so close to finding out what my father had paid in child support.
I stepped into the office and froze. I was going to have to wait for a while. The line was unimaginably long. Adam led me over to a chair, the only chair, and sat down. He pulled me into his lap. We got a few weird looks from everyone around, but I didn't care. I was really starting to like Adam.
He pushed my hair back over my shoulder and sighed, "Why do you like me?"
I shrugged, "Well, you're cute, honest, kind, and seem like a great person. Why do you like me?"
He sighed, "You're smart, different, and I feel close to you."
I nodded and looked over as the seat opened up. I looked back at Adam and he lifted me over to the other seat. I looked over to him, "Do you think this will last?"
He shrugged, "I think so," he pulled my hand to his lips, "Do you want this to last?"
I nodded and laid my head on his shoulder.
-I walked out of the office, still in a daze. I had never thought that my father would give so much. He had given me almost a million dollars and all I had to show for it was my mother's extensive jewelry collection.
I looked up to Adam, "Do you think I have any chance?"
He nodded, "Yes, there is definitely a chance," he smiled, "I can talk to my mom and see if she can help us."
I nodded and pulled him close to me, "I can actually straighten things out. I can make my life good."
He leaned down and kissed me, "So, what do you want to do this evening? Have our first date?"
I nodded and he took my hand and led me down the street to his car. I was actually getting giddy. I had never been so interested in a guy, not even a crush from school. I looked up at Adam and sighed. He was so sweet.
-I sighed as I looked over to the clock. My shift was almost over and Leila was supposed to meet me at my house. I didn't know if I really wanted to meet with Leila. It had been almost two months since I had talked to her about Adam. I was just content to be with him and enjoy his company, but she always wanted to know if we had had sex. I didn't really think about that, too often.
I looked at the clock again. I still had about ten minutes. Was Leila planning to come over and tell me the best way to seduce him? Should I have told her who I was really with? I shook my head. I couldn't tell her who I was with. She was obsessed with Adam. She wanted to go to all of his concerts to get his attention and she even had a picture of him in her purse.
I stood up and sighed. I was done. I needed to talk to her. I had been working so hard to set so many things in my life straight. I couldn't stop with Leila. I had to tell her what I was doing and why I never wanted to go to any of Adam's concerts with her. I didn't want to see her drooling over my boyfriend.
I clocked out and opened the front door and froze when I saw Leila and Adam. Leila was throwing herself on Adam and Adam was cornered. I glared at Leila, "Get away from him!"
Leila looked over to me, "I thought you said that it was okay? Remember the night after the club?"
I nodded, "Yeah, I remember that," I looked over to Adam, "I'm sorry, I didn't tell Leila."
Adam nodded, "That's okay," he stepped over to me and gave me a kiss. I melted in his embrace as the kiss lasted a lot longer than a normal hello kiss. He pulled back finally and Leila looked confused.
She looked at the two of us, "What the hell happened?"
I looked up at Adam then back at her, "Well, I read the note that went with my father's will. He really did care about me and I talked to Adam about it. We spent a couple days together and now we spend a lot of days together."
Leila's eyes grew wide, "So have you done it?"
I rolled my eyes, "No, give it a rest. Neither of us want to rush anything."
Leila sighed, "Why? Wouldn't it make things a lot more fun?"
I rolled my eyes and shook my head, "No, we enjoy just cuddling."
"What? Just cuddling? I thought I trained you better than that!"
I glared at her, "Relationships aren't all based on sex."
Adam nodded, "The best ones are based on the people in the relationship."
Leila rolled her eyes, "Whatever," she turned away from us, "What happened to you, girl? I thought that you were going to be just like me."
"No, I don't want to be a whore. I'm finally getting things straightened out. I will not let anything change that," she glared at me and I sighed, "You don't ever have to talk to me again, actually I think I would like that."
Her eyes grew wide, "Fine, I have another friend that would take your place in a heartbeat."
I shrugged, "Okay," she walked away and I looked up to Adam, "So, what are you doing here?"
He smiled and gave me another kiss, "I have a surprise for you," he led me to his car, "I hope you don't mind being stuck in the cabin for a little while."
I shook my head and leaned against him, "As long as I'm there with you," he wrapped his arms around me, "So, what's the surprise?"
He laughed and shook his head, "I can't tell you," he gave me another quick kiss then got into his car, "Let's go."
-It was about an hour later, the traffic was bad, when we made it to the cabin. I wrapped my coat around me. It always seemed colder in the woods, but the temperature always read higher than what the weatherman said. I never quite understood it.
Adam parked and led me into the cabin. I paused. The couch was pushed closer to the window. The little coffee table was gone and a single chair sat facing the couch. Next to the chair was an acoustic guitar.
He led me over to the couch and covered me up, "Relax," he started the fire; I still couldn't get a match to light to save my life. He smiled at me when the fire was going then moved to the chair and picked up his guitar. He looked over to me and began playing.
I paused when I realized what he was playing. It was one of my favorite songs. He was doing wonderfully and when he began singing I melted. He was singing Count on Me by Default.
When he finished he set the guitar down and stepped over to me. He leaned over, "Myra, I love you," he kissed me and I couldn't speak. I was in heaven. Was this the surprise?
He pulled away and I had my chance, "I love you, too, Adam," he smiled and pulled me up into his embrace. He returned to kissing me. It was the most passionate make out session I had ever had.
He gently lowered me to the floor and rested his hips between my legs, "I can't resist you anymore," he kissed my neck and ran his hand under my shirt. I sighed at the unknown wave of pleasure. A normal orgasm couldn't compare to his simple touch. Did I find the one?
He pulled my shirt over my head and I pulled his shirt off. I pushed him back slightly so that I could look at his perfectly sculpted body. He didn't have a six pack, but he had no fat on him and he had a decent muscle tone.
He smiled at me, "Just tell me no if you don't want it."
"I want you," I pulled him down to kiss me and before I knew it all of our clothes were gone. He was completely naked and on top of me. I stared at him in amazement as he slowly slid inside me.
I gasped at the pleasure of the moment. I knew he was the one. I had slept with plenty of men, but none of them could compare the initial motion.
-I was lying on my side on the floor in front of the fire place. Adam was holding me close to him and kissing me ever so lightly every few moments. I was relaxed and so content with everything. I had the perfect guy, my mother was finally getting what she deserved, and I was no longer a whore. I was a one man girl.
I turned over so that I could look at Adam, "Why today?"
I smiled, "Why did you pick today to make love to me?"
He shrugged and ran his hand over my bare arm, "It just seemed right. Are you having second thoughts?"
I shook my head and laughed, "No, that was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me."
He kissed me, "Good," he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, "You are the first thing that my parents ever thought that I did right."
"Why? I was some random whore that you found."
He shook his head and ran his hand through my hair, "No, you were a confused woman," he kissed my forehead, "You're working to be a pharmacist. My dad loves that. You are focused on your goal. My mom loves that," he pushed the blanket down so that it revealed everything from my waist up, "Myra, you are the only woman that has made me feel like what I do is enough," he gave me a quick kiss, "I know we haven't been together for long, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
My eyes grew wide, "What?"
He propped himself up on his elbow, "I know we haven't been together long. I know that I can be irrational at times, but I don't think that this is a bad decision. Marry me. Make me whole."
I stared up at him with wide eyes. He was proposing to me, well, kind of. He wanted to marry me and I wanted to be with him. I just wasn't sure I was ready for such a commitment. I knew that I was a whore and I didn't want to get too entangled with him then end up breaking his heart. I couldn't do that.
He smiled, "I don't expect an answer right away. You can have as long as you want to think about it," he leaned down and kissed me, "I don't want to rush you."
I smiled at him and nodded, "Thank you," he lightly pushed me back so that I was on my back again.
He looked down at me and smiled, "I owe you that much," he kissed me again and again one thing led to another.
-It was the next day. I had a meeting with my mother. Adam agreed to come along with me, but told me that I would have to explain things to her myself. I knew that I would have to, but I really wanted Adam to do it for me. I was afraid to confront the woman that had raised me.
I sighed when I saw her walking into the restaurant. She was still beautiful with her long mahogany hair lying against her back. She had on a pair of form fitting blue jeans and a low cut shirt under a light tan coat. She looked just like I remembered. In perfect shape with a perfect man at her side.
She saw me and smiled. I forced a smile as she sat down across from me at the booth and her boy toy sat next to her, "Myra, it's been too long. How has life been going?"
I grabbed Adam's hand under the table, "Mom, why did you bring your boyfriend with you?"
My mom looked up at him and smiled, "I thought that you would like to meet your soon to be step-father. He's a model."
I sighed and Adam squeezed my hand, "Mom, why did you lie to me about my dad never sending child support?"
My mom stared at me in wonder, "What are you talking about? I never got a cent from your father."
I pulled my hand away from Adam and pulled my purse onto the table so I could pull a piece of paper that Adam's mother had given me. I unfolded the paper and laid it out on the table, "According to the city, my dad had paid $985,660 in child support. Why did I have to go to Good Will to get my clothes?"
My mother's eyes grew wide, "Those papers are fudged. I would never do such a thing to you."
I stared into my mother's eyes. I was shocked at what I saw. I expected her to be sorry and horrified that I had discovered her misdeeds, but she seemed irritated that I found out, "Really? I really don't think the city would fudge these things."
My mother glared at Adam, "You put this idea into her head. You had to. My daughter would have never thought about turning on me!"
Adam sighed, "I only told her the truth. I didn't put this thought in her head. You did."
My mother leaned over the table and reached out for Adam, "You stupid little kid. You have no idea what you're doing," she sat up straight, "I can get the best lawyer in town. Don't even try me."
He draped his arm over my shoulders, "Heather Reynolds is already taken."
My mom's eyes grew wide, "How can you two sniveling little kids afford such a high dollar lawyer?"
Adam smiled and leaned forward, "Simply, she's my mother."
My mom took a deep breath, "You're Adam Reynolds?"
Adam nodded and sat up straight, "Yep."
My mom looked over to me, "I never thought you would stoop so low as a musician," she shrugged, "Well, you're mother is good, but I can guarantee you that I will find someone better."
I glared at my mother, "You are the one that has stooped so low as to marry a man that is half your age and just in it for the money that you can offer him."
My mother reached across the table and slapped me. Adam tensed and I placed my hand on his leg. I wasn't going to let him make a scene at a small restaurant. It was nice to know that he would stand up for me, but there were plenty of people that saw her little outburst.
My mother looked over to her fiancé, "Let's go. There are things that I need to prepare for."
He nodded and I watched as they left. I looked up to Adam and his pale eyes were bright with the fire of his anger, "Why did you stop me?"
I looked around then sighed, "Think about it. If we would have made a scene here, my mother would have ammo. We kept it cool and she didn't. It's more for us."
He smiled, "Good thinking," he leaned down and gave me a quick kiss, "I have a concert tonight at Black Diamond. Do you want to come?"
I nodded, "Yes," I leaned against him and closed my eyes. I still had a decision to make. I couldn't leave him hanging for so long. He deserved so much more. I sighed as I thought about life with him. I knew I would be okay with it. He was so great in every way. I still had yet to find a single complaint.
I looked up at him, "Adam, can we spend a week together before I decide?"
He nodded, "Of course," he smiled, "Anything for you," he gave me another quick kiss.
-I stared up at Adam as he stood on the stage preparing. The club wasn't supposed to open for another hour, but I wanted to see something similar to rehearsal. Adam looked amazing. He was dressed down for the part of lead singer and guitarist of a local band. He still looked good in the baggy black jeans and loose black long sleeve shirt.
He smiled at me as he stepped up to the mike. He looked back to the bassist and drummer and nodded. The drummer raised his drum sticks above his head and hit his sticks together. In just a couple clicks he hit the drums and Adam hit a chord on his guitar.
I smiled as I watched them and listened to Adam. His voice was so perfect. I stared up at him as the song ended. I was obsessed with this man. He was so different than any of the other guys that I had been with. The only reason I could stand them was because they were good in bed. I loved being with Adam, even when we were fully clothed.
I sighed and lost myself in the melodies. They were so original, so different, and so good.
Before I knew it, Adam cut them all off and smiled. He looked back to the other two and told them to take a break. He jumped down from the stage as the other two walked off. He pulled me close to him, "Enjoying yourself so far?"
I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck, "You guys are amazing. You're going to get your big break here soon."
He shrugged, "I don't care about that. I'm in it for the joy of the music," he kissed me, "Anyway, I have a rich girlfriend that can support her dead beat boyfriend."
I laughed at him and shook my head, "I know you will make it," I looked up to the stage, "You are too good not to."
He smiled, "Thanks," he let go of me as the club's owner stepped over to us, "Herb, liked us so much that you wanted us back?"
The owner nodded, "Yeah, there are always requests for you. It was just hard finding a night that I could get you. I never thought that you three would be the type to work so often."
Adam shrugged, "These instruments aren't cheap and we don't have anyone to give us money," he looked over to me, "Myra, this is Herb," he looked back to Herb, "This is Myra, my girlfriend."
Herb looked me over, "Isn't she the one that broke your guitar the last time you were here?"
Adam laughed and pulled me close to him again, "Yeah, that's a long story," he looked down at me, "Now things are a bit different."
I looked up into his pale eyes and I knew right then that there was no way I was ever going to be able to live without him, "I do."
Adam's eyes grew wide and he pulled me close to him for one of the most passionate kisses ever. I melted into his arms as he deepened the kiss and made my body tingle. I never thought that a kiss could feel that way.
He pulled away, "Myra Bennet," he smiled at me, "I will make sure you never regret your decision."
I nodded, "I know," I smiled and he looked up to the stage, "Get up there and play your best."
He nodded and kissed my hand before he jumped back up on the stage. He went back and talked to the drummer and bassist while people started filing in.
I stayed close to the stage as the dance floor became crowded. There were other girls that were flocking towards the stage. I knew that they were Zanity's Lost groupies and were probably flocking towards the stage to see my fiancé.
Adam stepped up to the mike and looked down at me, "This is a special song that I wrote for the most amazing person in the world," he began strumming his guitar. It was a simple melody that the other two picked up on.
I stared up at him and my eyes began to water. He had written a song for me. Not only would he play the perfect song, but he would write the perfect song. I closed my eyes as he began singing. His voice was so amazing.
-It had been almost three weeks since I had met with my mother. Adam's mom had pushed the court date up to only three days later. Adam and I had kept our engagement a secret. We had been spending every night together. Some nights we would be at his apartment, others we would be at my house, while on the colder nights we would be at the cabin.
I looked out the cabin window and pulled my sweater down over my hands. I had begun enjoying being at the cabin. Adam was always with me, he was teaching me how to light matches and how to tend to the fire.
I felt his strong arms wrap around my shoulders and his warm breath on my neck, "Good morning beautiful. I just got the weather," I turned around and kissed him, "Sixteen inches in the city and it's still coming down. Everything is shut down," he smiled, "We are stuck in here all day."
I smiled at him and unzipped his sweatshirt. I opened it and wrapped my arms around his waist. He pulled his sweatshirt around me and shared his body heat with me. I laid my head against his chest, "What if it doesn't stop in time for court?"
He shrugged and laid his cheek against my head, "Mom will reschedule it for you. Things will work out okay."
I nodded, "When are we going to tell people about the engagement?"
He pulled back and looked down at me, "Whenever you're ready."
I nuzzled his chest and he chuckled, "It wouldn't be the best to tell anyone before I have everything sorted out."
He sighed and pulled back so that he could look down at me, "We will get things sorted out. We're going to be in this together."
I smiled and leaned against him as I felt weak. I sighed and closed my eyes, "What do you want to do today?"
He smiled, "I thought that it might be fun to take a walk around. Enjoy the wonderful sight."
I stared at him in horror, "But it's freezing outside."
He laughed and shook his head, "I'll give you my coat."
I shook my head, "No, then you'll be cold," I smiled, "I was thinking about something that would be a little warmer."
He shrugged, "We can warm ourselves up that way."
I nodded. I wanted to experience what Adam liked doing. He had done the same for me. We had gone out a few different clubs a few times, then realized that it wasn't as much fun if you were a couple. The club scene is for single people or the people that wouldn't mind cheating.
I looked up to him and wrapped my arms around my stomach as I became nauseous. Adam's pale eyes grew wide with worry as he helped me over to the couch. He made me sit down before he kneeled down in front of me, "Are you okay?"
I took a deep breath and nodded, "I think so," I smiled at him, "I'm fine."
He looked me over, "Are you sure? You still look like you could use a bucket."
I nodded, "I feel like I need one."
He shook his head, "Lay down," I stared at him a little confused. I wanted to go out with him. I wanted to see what was so wonderful about a bunch of dead trees covered in snow, "Myra, if you're sick I won't let you go out. You are going to lie down and I'm going to take care of you."
I smiled at him and nodded, "Okay," I laid down on the couch as he stood up. He grabbed a blanket and draped it over me. He leaned down and kissed my forehead before he went to the fire place and threw some more wood in.
He sat down on the floor next to the couch, "Is there anything you need?"
I shook my head, "No, I'm fine."
He sighed and pushed my hair out of my face, "Are you sure?"
I nodded, "I'm sure," I grabbed his hand, "Do you think I'm doing this because I don't want to go outside?"
He smiled and shook his head, "No, I can see that you aren't feeling too well. Myra, you really don't hide anything very well."
I nodded, "Okay, I really do want to go out. Do you think we could do it tomorrow?"
He nodded, "Yes, if you're feeling better."
I sighed, "Can we go up to the room? I want to cuddle with you."
Adam looked to the landing that led to our room, "It's warmer down here and it's closer to the bathroom. I think it would be best if you stayed down here."
I sighed and nodded. He had a good point. I was starting to feel horrible. The little breakfast that I had allowed myself was doing cartwheels in my stomach. Trying to the climb the stairs would have probably made me toss my cookies.
I looked into his pale eyes, "Don't worry too much."
He kissed my hand and shook his head, "Myra, you're sick and we're trapped in a cabin where the closest person is three miles away. I'm just preparing myself for the worst."
I smiled, "So, what's the worst case?"
He smiled and looked out the window, "I will have to find a way to drive in this weather to get you to the hospital. I won't lose you before I have the chance to claim you as mine."
I laughed and relaxed, "Adam, I am yours."
He leaned forward and kissed me, "I love you, Myra," he lifted my shoulders and sat down on the couch then let me rest my head on his thigh.
"I love you, too," I closed my eyes as he ran his hand through my hair, "I never thought things would ever be so good."
He ran his finger lightly over my cheek, "Neither did I," he sighed, "Never would have guessed that we would be sitting here like this when we first met."
I chuckled and groaned. He stopped and I shook my head, "I'm fine," I looked up at him and nodded, "It was just an intense wave," he nodded and I smiled, "I hated you when we first met."
He smiled and rested his hand on my stomach. Just the light touch seemed to ease the nausea, "I thought that you were a complete skank that hated her father because he didn't give her enough money."
I rolled my eyes, "If you remember, I was that girl."
He shook his head, "No, you were the girl that was given false information to make you think that. Once you realized what your father was really like you missed him," he sighed, "I can't fault you for being ignorant."
I smiled and closed my eyes, "Adam, why do you love me?"
He moved his thumb and I sighed, "You have been the only girl that hasn't liked me because I am the lead singer and guitarist of a band. You don't care that I don't want anything more from life than to be in my band and find the perfect woman," he paused long enough that I got curious and opened my eyes to see him staring down at me, "That's you."
I grabbed his hand that was resting on my stomach and laced my fingers in his, "Do you want kids, Adam?"
He nodded, "Yes, only a couple. I could only stand having a few of the little brats running around," he smiled, "If they're anything like I was."
I laughed, "You couldn't have been that bad as a kid."
He rolled his eyes, "I was the little kid in school that could talk anyone into anything and got everyone else to do what I wanted done. I never got in trouble, but I was the biggest trouble maker."
I laughed, "What did you do?"
He looked out the window, "I went to a prep school. I was always the one that ended up ruining my uniform and got my classmates to skip classes so I could get them to TP the principal's office. Then there was the one time that I convinced Jimmy, my bassist, to climb a tree and he got so scared that they had to take a ladder to get him down."
I smiled, "What did you do as a teenager?"
He looked around, anywhere other than making eye contact with me. My eyes grew wide. He was a normal rebellious teenager and he was ashamed to admit it.
"It's okay, Adam. I won't think any different of you."
He sighed, "I was into a lot of different things. I was a doped up vandal. I drank and crashed parties that kids in public schools were having."
I nodded, "That's not that bad. I did stuff like that, but I was boy crazy. I jumped from one boy to the next."
"When did you lose your virginity?"
It was my turn to be evasive, "I was seventeen."
He nodded and resituated himself, "I lost mine at eighteen. Don't feel bad," he smiled and I pushed myself into a sitting position.
He pulled me into his lap, "This is a really bad day to be sick. There is nothing to do here."
Adam shrugged, "There is plenty to do, if you were well."
I groaned and laid my head against his chest. That's when I got the strangest thought, "What if I'm pregnant?"
He shrugged, "We'll be parents."
I looked up at him, "You wouldn't be mad or run away?"
He gave me a puzzled look, "Why would I do that?"
I shrugged, "That's the way most guys react when they aren't planning to have a kid."
Adam placed his hand on my stomach, "Myra, there is no amount of planning that can make anyone ready for a kid," he kissed my forehead, "Right now I'm as ready as I will ever be."
I smiled and relaxed, "Do you want a kid right now?"
He paused for a moment to think about it, "Not really, but if you are there is no way I'm going to let you abort it," I nodded and he sighed, "Don't think about it right now. Just relax."
I nodded and he pulled the blanket over me, "I think I might fall asleep."
"Then do so," he took a deep breath and I felt him relax, "I'm not going to stop you."
-Two days later I was feeling better and we were able to go out and enjoy the wonder of the woods. It was beautiful. I had never really paid attention to the snow covered trees. Everything looked so clean and so heavy.
My hand was in Adam's hand and his coat was wrapped around me. He seemed cold, but he refused to let me give him back his coat. He kept bringing up my random nausea with no fever. I knew was he was talking about. I was thinking the same thing, but I felt so bad that he was cold.
I looked up into his pale eyes and sighed, "Are you cold?"
He smiled and shook his head, "No," he pulled me close to him and lifted me up, "I'm rarely ever cold."
I smiled and laid my head against his chest. He was warm and it was relaxing, "Can we go back to the cabin and warm up."
He chuckled, "Let's enjoy the beautiful sights."
I sighed and he put me back on my feet, "What if I'm getting cold?"
He sighed, "Then we'll go back to the cabin. I don't want to chance you getting sick until we can figure out."
I sighed and looked to my feet, "I'm not cold."
He put his hand under my chin and made me look up into his pale eyes, "If you don't enjoy being out here we can go back."
I smiled, "I'm loving it, I think that's why I'm wanting you so badly."
He chuckled and leaned down and gave me a kiss, "How bad?"
I shivered and leaned against him, "Almost enough to jump you right now."
He laughed and wrapped his arms around me, "The roads are clear enough to go back to the city."
I nodded, "Well, then we need to make use of the cabin before we go."
He kissed the top of my head and sighed, "We'll head back to the cabin. Enjoy the heat of the fire. Then we'll head back into the city and see if things are still going on tomorrow."
I nodded and sighed, "I'm scared."
He tightened his grip on me, "Do you want to go and get yourself checked out tonight or tomorrow after court?"
I closed my eyes, "I don't want to know until people know that we're engaged."
He nodded, "We'll tell people tomorrow after court. Then we'll find out the day after?"
I nodded and took a deep breath, "I just don't think it would be best if your parents found out that I'm pregnant, if I am, before they find out that we're engaged."
He nodded and laid his head on my head, "Are you afraid of telling people?"
I pulled back and looked up into his pale eyes. He looked like he was truly worried. My eyes grew wide, "No, I'm excited. I love you, Adam. I can't wait," I smiled at him, "I'm just scared to face my mother and then I'm scared to find out if I'm pregnant. I'm not ready yet."
He nodded, "Things will work out," he leaned down and whispered, "I've signed a deal."
I looked up into his pale eyes. He had a record deal. His band was becoming something. My eyes grew wide, "Really, when does your first CD come out? When are you recording?"
He laughed, "As soon as the weather calms down they'll call me and set something up. I was saving that for tomorrow after court, but I just couldn't wait. I finally made it."
I wrapped my arms around his neck, "That is so great. I'm so happy," I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Things were turning out so great. I knew that something had to go wrong. I was probably pregnant, but I could handle it as long as I had Adam at my side.
-I walked out of the courtroom. Adam was holding my hand and his mother was trying to talk to me about court fees. Adam looked down at his mother and smiled, "Would you really make your future daughter-in-law pay you?"
She looked over at me with wide brown eyes, "You agreed?"
Adam sighed and I nodded, "Yes, I agreed. Your son is an amazing man. He is an amazing musician and makes me feel like I matter."
She nodded, "I raised my son right," she looked him over, "Well, I would really have liked it if he pursued a more sure field, but I still love him."
I looked up at Adam, "Do you want to tell her?"
Adam shook his head and squeezed my hand, "Not yet," he looked down at his mother again, "Do you mind if we go out and celebrate?"
She shook her head, "Just pay for dinner and you're paid in full."
I smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds."
She nodded and looked up at Adam, "You are marrying my son and seem to be a nice girl," she sighed, "Where are we going to go?"
-I looked up at Adam as the doctor left the room. We didn't want to chance the inaccuracy of a home test. We had the money to pay for it. He sat down next to me and grabbed my hand, "We'll be able to make it," he gave me a quick kiss and sighed as his cell phone began ringing.
He looked at the caller ID and his eyes lit up. I knew who it was right away. The recording company was calling and setting a date. He smiled at me and answered the phone. He stood up as he talked and I zoned out. I knew what he was talking about and I just wanted to think about other things.
I had my life in order and wasn't used to that yet. I just didn't know how well I would be able to adjust to having a child. Would it be a boy or a girl? I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. I wasn't ready for a child, but I would be able to adjust.
Adam put his phone back in his pocket, "We're going to go in in two weeks to start recording."
I smiled and looked over to the door. I knew it would be a while before the doctor returned with the news and I was becoming anxious, "What do you think?"
Adam stepped in front of me and grabbed my hands. His pale eyes held mine, "Just relax, Myra," he smiled and leaned forward so his forehead was resting against mine, "Things will be okay."
I nodded and smiled back at him, "I'm sorry," he shook his head and gave me a quick kiss, "Things are just going so well. We're not ready for a child."
He chuckled and stood up straight, "We're ready for whatever happens. The cabin's not ready, though."
I stood up and leaned against him, "Do you think we're going to move into the cabin?"
He smiled down at me and nodded, "We can easily add a room to the cabin. We're definitely going to have enough money. Do you not want to live at the cabin?"
I pushed my hair out of my eyes, "I don't know how I'll survive during those months when you're on tour."
He laughed, "Well, at those times you can have a condo in the city."
I nodded and the door opened. I sat back down and looked up at the doctor. He looked down at me then looked over to Adam, "You're blood work is done. It's a positive," he smiled, "I need you to come back in on Wednesday so I can see how things are going."
I nodded and looked over to Adam, "What time?"
I nodded and Adam stepped over to me, "We'll find out how far along and everything then?"
The doctor nodded, "Yes. Are you the father?"
Adam nodded and grabbed my hand, "Yes."
The doctor smiled, "Congratulations," he stepped over to the door, "I'll see you Wednesday."
-I looked over to Adam as he was tending the fire, "Are you feeling okay?"
I nodded and stood up. I stepped up next to him and placed my hand on his shoulder, "I'm fine," I looked down at the fire as he placed his hand on my hand, "Are you ready for this?"
He looked up at me and sighed, "I'm ready," he stood up and pulled me close to him, "Are you ready?"
I shrugged, "I don't know. I want this, but I don't want it yet. I wanted to get comfortable with life first."
He pushed my hair behind my ear and smiled, "We can get real cozy right now."
I smiled as he leaned down and kissed me. It was a short kiss that was ended as he lifted me off my feet then carried me up to our room. He laid me on the bed and stared down at me. His pale eyes just roamed my body as he stayed still. I just laid there with my eyes on him. He was the most amazing sight ever.
He took a deep breath and crawled onto the bed next to me then slowly removed my clothes. He took his time running his hands over my body and kissing every inch of me. It was enough to drive me crazy.
I took a deep breath as he sat up and removed his shirt then his pants. He stared down at me for a few moments before he laid on his back and pulled me on top of him. I stared down at him in shock. I had been a whore and been in many positions, but I had never been in this position. I was used to the men wanting to control every aspect. Adam wanted me to take control.
He grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles, "I love you, Myra."
"I love you, too," I smiled at him and began slowly.
-I was lying in Adam's arms, half asleep. I had done so much work, I wasn't used to it, but it was quite enjoyable. I took a deep breath and laid my head against his solid chest. Everything felt right. I knew that I was already comfortable with my life and I was ready to go on. I had Adam and that was all I needed.
He ran his hand through my hair and kissed my forehead, "Everything is okay. We're okay."
I nodded and closed my eyes. I knew he was right. I was ready to take on the world and I was emotionally unstable. I smiled and inhaled his sweet scent before I fell asleep knowing that there was no way anything would ever not be okay. He was going to make sure it was all perfect. I knew it.