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Adam, too—you know, in case Adam turned out to be just as
psycho as Warner. We wanted to make sure he wasn’t a
threat to you or our plans. But I had no idea you’d try to run
away together. Messed me the hell up.”
We’re all silent for a moment.
“So how much did you spy on me?” Adam asks him.
“Well, well, well.” Kenji cocks his head. “Is Mr. Adam Kent
suddenly feeling a little intimidated?”
“Don’t be a jackass.”
“You hiding something?”
“Yeah. My gun—”
“Hey!” Kenji claps his hands together. “So! Are we ready to
get out of here, or what?”
“I need a pair of pants.”
Kenji looks abruptly annoyed. “Seriously, Kent? I don’t
want to hear that shit.”
“Well, unless you want to see me naked, I suggest you do
something about it.”
Kenji shoots Adam a dirty look and stalks off, grumbling
something about lending people all of his clothes. The door
swings shut behind him.
“I’m not really naked,” Adam tells me.
“Oh,” I gasp. Look up. My eyes betray me.
He can’t bite back his grin in time. His fingers graze my
cheek. “I just wanted him to leave us alone for a second.”
I’m blushing through my bones. Fumbling for something to
say. “I’m so happy you’re okay.”
He says something I don’t hear.
Takes my hand. Pulls me up beside him.
He’s leaning in and I’m leaning in until I’m practically on
top of him and he’s slipping me into his arms and kissing me
with a new kind of desperation, a new kind of passion, a
burning need. His hands are threaded in my hair, his lips so
soft, so urgent against mine, like fire and honey exploding in
my mouth. My whole body is steaming.