I get out of the car as soon as I somewhat compose myself. I try breathing normally again which proves to be very tough task right now.
Adam is waiting at the door for me. His face doesn't show any emotion that can indicate that what happened in the car was real. It is like I am imagining every thing.
I reach for the door but Adam gets it for me. He places his hand at the small of my back and I can't help but shiver at his mere touch. It's like the heat of his skin is enough to burn mine.
The receptionist ask for our names and Adam provide it. We are soon at our table, which by the way, is only for two people. I turn towards Adam and raise a brow at him in question. He just ignores my look, pulling out the chair for me. I sit and he follows my action, sitting on the opposite side.
"I thought we were meeting someone, but I see we have booked only for two." I say when it's already five minutes and he doesn't say anything. I'm guessing he is still mad at me for ignoring him for so long.
He looks up from the menu and place it back on the table. Folding his hands on the table he leans down towards me.
"Since you were so hell bent on ignoring me, I thought this as the best idea to get you out." His face holds a glare directed towards me. I cringe a little before shifting uncomfortably in my seat.
"I said I'm sorry. It won't happen again. And you know I would never do something like that on purpose. I was really busy with my previous project." I say timidly. I really wouldn't do it on purpose. I want him to understand that I was very busy.
He sigh, blowing out a breath that he seems to be holding. Leaning back in his chair he stretches out his legs under the table. I know it because his foot is touching mine. And the touch again is playing with my head. I can't believe I'm lusting after my own best friend.
"I just thought... after...." He doesn't complete the sentence but keeps on staring hard at the table. As I'm about ask him 'after what?' the waiter interrupts us. Adam gets out of whatever trance he was in and orders while I do the same.
When I try getting back on the topic he stands up bringing his chair along with him near me so now that we are sitting with our shoulders and thighs touching.
Now that he is touching me, I can't think of a single meaningful sentence. On top of it he places his hand on my thigh and starts moving it up and down lazily. He seems to be doing it unconsciously but believe me when I say that I am very, very conscious about it.
I place my hand on his to stop him from doing that. He notices his action, then looks at our hands, then at me. Smirking, he lands his lips just a breath away from my ear and whispers, "Are you affected by my touch? If I didn't know any better I would say you are getting turned on and if you are, I wouldn't blame you. I certainly have that effect on girls."
And to add extra effect he presses my thigh lightly but firmly. I can't do anything other then tighten my hold on his hand. I don't get it why he is behaving like this. Stupid Adam. Getting me all turned on and wet for him and poking fun of me. Well I won't mind him poking me somewhere else, with his tool, on his bed, or mine.
Shit!! I need to get my head out of the gutter.
So I push his hand away from my thigh and sit straight shifting a little away so we are not touching each other anymore.
"Stop talking nonsense. What has gotten into you since this morning? First at my house, then in the car and now this." As soon as those words are out of my mouth I want to take them back. I blush in embarrassment because now he got the confirmation that I am affected by his actions.
I turn my face to the other side and wait for more mocking to come my way. I wait for him to tell me he was just teasing and having fun but it never happens. Instead all I get is silence.
I feel his hand on my cheek and the warmth of his hand feels great against my skin. I turn to face him.
"I didn't mean to offend you, I'm sorry." He says it so tenderly that I start feeling guilty for snapping at him. His eyes hold so many emotions that I can't catch any single one out.
Oh for goodness sake I'm not offended but deliciously aroused.
I realize too late that I made a mistake when I see his smirk is back.
Don't tell me I said that out loud.
"Oh but you did!" His words are followed by loud laughter. If I was embarrassed before then I am totally mortified now. I just can't wait for this lunch to be over and done with.
He doesn't stop laughing and I am contemplating whether or not I should just leave.
Finally he calms down before our lunch arrives. We eat in silence. Adam is in his own world and I am okay with it as long as he is not having fun at my expense.
Soon the lunch is over and I lean back in my chair relaxing. Adam asks for the bill and we both split it.
There is something going on in Adam's mind. I can tell because ever since I have known him, he has never been this quite. And I have known him for a very long time.
"Are you still upset with me? Adam, I'm really sorry. I didn't even notice that I was ignoring you and you were so affected by my actions." I apologize sincerely because I don't know what else to do.
We stop near his car and he leans on the car folding his hand over his chest. His muscles bulge out, momentarily distracting me from everything.
I get pulled out of my distracting thoughts when he let out a sigh.
"It's not that." He pauses a little and looks at my face searching for something, but I don't know what. When he is convinced I have no clue what is going on, he continues.
"I just want you to know the reason why Vicky and I broke up."
I don't get it why he is so concerned about telling me this. The reason doesn't matter to me but apparently it matters to him. But I guess I not being a good friend. Maybe he really liked Vicky and is suffering after their breakup. Maybe he needs a friend to hear him out. And here I'm, who didn't even bother asking what happened let alone ask him if he is fine.
"Adam, are you okay? I know it must be hard for you after the breakup and you must have needed a friend and I wasn't there for you. I'm really sorry. I promise it won't happen again. If you want me to talk to Vicky...."
"I cheated on her."