So I'm a little late posting this. If you know me well, you know that I'm late for everything. If you want me to be on time you should really tell me to be there 30 minutes earlier than I need to be. Anyway, here's your weekly dose of Adam and Darcy.
Two weeks is a long freaking time when it comes to missing someone. Ellie was whining constantly about missing Atlas and wondering when they were going to get back. I pretended like it was annoying but secretly I was counting down the milliseconds until I saw Adam again.
I had yet to tell her that Adam and I had kissed let alone other things. Because who was I to tell that not only did he get me off, but I returned the favor. Although I’m pretty sure it’s in the best friend code that I have to share these things.
On the first date though, yeah, that kind of makes me sound like a slut.
I was biting my nails, pacing the floor, waiting for the seconds to tick down until he called. It’s bad enough when a girl has to wait for a guy to call after the first date. It’s worse when you know he literally can’t call. It’s two weeks of torture wondering what he is thinking, if he's okay, what he's doing, and whether or not he's talked to Atlas about me. Which I know he has and I will be forcing out of Ellie as soon as she's had enough time to get back down from Cloud Atlas.
Ellie had text-ed me that the guys came in about two this morning. So now, instead of doing the pile of homework I had, I was waiting, and pretending that I wasn't. This was not the Darcy Thomas I knew. She would have called him first! She would have marched right on over there and kissed that man already.
“I’ll just text him. I’ll just say something like welcome home, glad you’re back, whatever, and it’ll be fine.” I spoke out loud trying to convince myself. "It'll be cool. He won't mind. I mean, he said he would see me when he got back. So that means he wants to see me, right? Right!"
"Do all girls give themselves mental pep talks or have I just lost my fucking mind?"
The knocking on my door damn near gave me a heart attack. I gripped the knob, without looking through the peep hole, I threw it open to see Adam standing there in his uniform. “I had to go to base first.” He grinned as I threw my arms around him. “I missed you too.” He lifted me off of the ground, squeezing me so tight I almost couldn’t breathe.
“I was waiting for you to call, trying to convince myself it was okay to text you.” I admitted as he sat me back down inside the door.
“I figured in person was better than a phone call.”
“Every single time.” He gave me the full smile, the one that I learned he only reserved for times like these. Ducking his head, his lips found mine like a magnet.
“It’s good to see you, Sunshine.” I could feel his breath on my lips and even when it was 80 plus outside, I had goosebumps.
“Yeah, it’s good to see you too, Bama.”
“Still calling me that?”
“Only until it’s acceptable to call you 'baby' or something equally as cute.”
“I’m pretty sure you could whistle and I’d come running.” His nose ran the length of mine. “What do you call me to Ellie?”
“Why do you care?”
“I might have heard a rumor.”
“Oh? I didn’t take you as the type to listen to scuttling or water cooler gossip, whatever it's called.”
“Scuttlebutt?" His head fell back as he laughed. "I don't think I've heard anyone actually use that term. You've been listening to Master Gunny Grant too much." His hands wrapped around my waist, brushing the exposed skin from the rise of my shirt. "Adam freakin Thornbriar?”
“God, Adam freakin Thornbriar!” He started laughing again as I rolled my eyes at him. “I can go on the record and state that is true.”
“Because you get under my skin. You always have something equally as sarcastic to come back with to whatever I say. You make me grit my teeth and then want to kiss you. You’re Adam freakin Thornbriar.”
“I don’t know whether to smack your ass or kiss you.”
“If you’re going to smack my ass you better be pulling my hair.”
“That smart mouth.”
“Do something about it.” I challenged.
“Those were the wrong words to say, Sunshine.” Before I could decide whether to run or smart off again, Adam had me picked up, and up against the wall. “Don’t ever tell me to do something about it and not expect me to actually do something.” His lips slammed into mine, our teeth clashing together, and two weeks disappeared in two seconds.
“Okay, okay,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against my chest. “I can get carried away with you all I want but it isn’t going to stop the fact that I really actually do need to talk to you.” He slid me down his body until my feet touched the floor. “I need to feed you, sit down and talk to you, and then and only then can I get carried away with you.”
“I think you’re punishing me.”
“Behave and I’ll reward you later.” He gave my ass a quick squeeze before walking to the door. “I have some clothes in the car, going to come back up and change then we can go eat.”
“Well okay then.” I left my bedroom door open while I changed out of my sweats and into jeans. Adam walked through like he owned the place and went straight to my bathroom.
“Darcy?” He asked hesitantly.
“What?” I was jumping up and down trying to get my jeans on.
“Can you come here?”
“Okay...” I button them as I leaned in the doorway.
“What the fuck is that?” He pointed to the eyelash curler sitting next to the sink. “Will it bite me? Is it used for torture?” He leaned over slowly, poking at it.
“It’s an eyelash curler, Bama.”
“You put that on your face?!”
“It’s like... medieval weaponry!”
“Oh my God, it’s not that bad.” I pushed past him, picking it up. “Watch,” I looked in the mirror, capture my eyelashes, and squeezed. “Ahhh!!” I screamed as Adam fell back against the wall. Turning around with the curler hanging from my eyelashes, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head.
“I’m so screwing with you.” I started laughing as I took it off and sat it back on the counter.
“Not cool.” He grabbed his chest as he stood back up. “Not cool at all.” He walked toward me until I was pressed back against the counter. “Payback is a bitch.”
“Bring it on, Bama.”
“Go get your pretty little self dressed before you cause more trouble than you can handle.”
“Didn’t you know?” I looked at him seriousness written all over my face.
“Trouble is my middle name.”
“Sunshine,” he grabbed me around the middle pulling me between his legs. His hands ran down my bare back to my ass. Grabbing two handfuls, he pulled me roughly up against him. “You haven’t met trouble yet.”
We made it through dinner without leaving our clothes on the floor. Which, I guess, was a good thing, they frowned on that shit in public around here. Adam told me about his training and I told him about mine and Ellie’s epic shopping adventure.
“Do you like me, Darc?” Adam asked as we pulled up to the beach where he brought me last time.
“Do you actually have to ask that?”
“Yes, I do. I don't like assuming anything.”
“Of course, I like you, Adam. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” I reached over the bench seat, taking his hand in mine. “I wouldn’t have spent two weeks worrying about you if I didn’t like you.”
“Then that answers the first part of this question.” He parked the truck and turned off the lights. I sat there in the dark watching him watch the moon. It reflected off his face, painting him in shades of gray.
“What’s the second part?”
“I don’t even know how to ask.” He admitted, running his hand over his face.
“You’re usually pretty blunt with me so that would be a good way to start.” I suggested as he opened his door.
“Let’s go for a walk.” He nodded toward the beach.
“A walk it is.” I jumped down from the truck and met him at the front. He didn’t hesitate to take my hand again. We walked along the paved path out to the pier with me swinging our hands between us. I knew Adam wasn't nearly as serious as Atlas so him acting like this had me on edge.
“I don’t know how anyone asks this without having a stroke or something.”
“Adam, it’s can’t be that serious. You’re making it a lot worse on yourself than it has to be.”
“Do you want to go steady with me?”
“What?” I covered my mouth to stifle my laughter.
“Dammit! I knew that was the wrong phrase. That’s the last time I ask my father any advice on girls.” He dropped my hand, grabbing the back of his neck. "Son-of-a-bitch." He mumbled making it sound like one long word.
“Oh no, Bama, it was so sweet!” I reached over taking his hand again, holding it against my chest.
“Do you want to be my girlfriend, Sunshine?”
“I would love to be your girlfriend, Bama. Now that wasn’t so hard was it?”
“I think I had a brain aneurysm.”
“Now what’s the rest of this talk we need to have? I'm so over this serious shit. It makes me antsy."
“That’s the part that I really, really don’t want to get to.” He looked down at me, studying me like I was a painting. “I want to remember you like this. This memory..." He pointed to his temple, smiling. "It’s a good one right now. The moon is in your hair and the sound of the waves. That’s good things. I'll take those with me.”
“Why do you store these memories? Take them with you?”
“So I’ll have something to think about when I’m in Afghanistan.”
“What?” I asked breathlessly. My chest constricted and I knew how Ellie felt for once in my life. I was drowning and there was no way up for air. I was grasping as straws trying to keep my shit together.
“We’re being deployed again.” I could feel my chin trembling as he said the words I didn’t want to hear. “Please don’t cry, Sunshine.”
“I’m sorry.” My voice was unsteady as I tried to swallow it down.
"I am stronger than this; we are." I repeated at least a thousand times in two seconds.
“You don’t have to apologize.”
“I’m going to miss you.” I ran my hand down his chest until they reached his waist, the feel of muscle underneath the plaid fabric.
“You don’t have to miss me yet.” Adam leaned forward planting a small kiss on my forehead. “Let’s make the most of it until we leave, alright?"“Yeah, definitely.”
"Good, now I need to get you back to your apartment and show you exactly how you've been driving me crazy for the past two weeks." He grinned causing my own smile to crack across my lips. "And how you are killing me in them little bitty, skin tight jeans."
That's all for this week!
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