He sure didn't say that he cheated on his girlfriend. I mean, it's just not him.
I have known this guy for so long. I atleast know that he isn't the cheating type. He is all about loyalty.
He had his fair share of girls in his life but when he gets into a committed relationship, he is faithful.
He must have seen the shock on my face because he sighs and rubs both of his hands on his face as if it would help ease the tension.
Running his hands in his hair he pulls at them in frustration. I quickly recover from my shocked state, now seeing how much this is affecting him. It must be the guilt.
He looks me in the eye and whatever he sees there doesn't help him. "Don't you dare pity me. You know I'm at fault and this should be eating me up but right now it is not what's bothering me."
I don't know what to say, or do, or think about that. If he knows it's his fault then why is he not feeling guilty? Then what the hell is bothering him?
He sighs again. "Look, I'll tell you everything once we get to my house. I need you there with me right now. I can't go on like this anymore."
I really don't know what he is talking about so I just nod and get in the car while he goes to do the same. We tie our seat belt before he drives us to his place.
He unlocks the door of his apartment and gets in. I follow the suit.
The first thing I notice is that his place is a total mess. Usually he his well organized, unlike me. His apartment is always clean and everything is in its place. But today it is like a tornado hit his apartment.
He notices me looking at his place in complete horror. What the fuck has gotten into him?
He lets out a little chuckle. I'm glad he is finding it amusing. Note the sarcasm.
I glare at him and he just shakes his head lightly. As if remembering that we are here for some serious talk, he sobers up quickly.
"Make yourself at home. I'll be back in a minute, I need to change. Would you like something to drink?" Adam asks me.
"Water is fine."
"Just a minute." With that he moves to the kitchen.
"Here is your water. I'll be right back, I won't take long." He says before climbing the stairs.
His apartment is huge and most of the part of the wall in living room is filled with photographs of his childhood, his family and friends, and of course his and mine.
I have seen all of them, but he has a new photo frame on the wall that I haven't seen yet. I move closer to take a good look at the picture. It is of Adam and me.
His one hand holds my waist while the other one is placed at the side of my neck. He is holding me so close to him as if he is molding our bodies together. We are on some dance floor and the background lights are very dim. He seems to have eyes only for me and I could feel the intensity and heat radiating off from the picture.
My eyes are closed, lips parted and my face tilted up as if asking for a kiss. The photo gives off the vibe of sensuality.
The only problem with the photo is that I am unable to remember when it was taken. I'm sure I'm totally drunk in the picture. That may explain me not knowing when it was clicked.
Before I make anymore conclusions about the photo I hear Adam coming down. I turn and almost fall on my butt when I notice his body is right behind me.
Fortunately for me, he takes hold of my waist with his right hand and his left hand goes behind my neck holding me in place.
Our faces come so close that I can literally feel his every breath. Its creates the same scene as in that photo. The difference being, this time my eyes are not closed. Infact they are wide open.
Neither of us say anything as I keep looking in his eyes. They are filled with passion that is trying to engulf me. It is both exhilarating and nerve racking.
I clear my throat to grab his attention and he let go off me immediately. I strengthen myself smoothing my dress nervously. He too takes a step back rubbing the back of his neck.
Holding my left hand in his right one he pulls me towards the couch. He sits down pulling me along with him and hugs me tightly, too tightly, as if fearing I'll bolt out of here any second.
He is getting way too weird today.
His arms are wrapped around me and his face is firmly pressed against the crook of my neck while my head is on his shoulder. I hug his waist and hold him, giving him the time he needs.
I don't know why he is behaving like this but I'm sure he is going to throw something very serious at me. I just don't know if I'm ready to handle that.
He slowly raise his head from my neck and look at me. Our lips just a breath away. He sits straight but doesn't let go off me completely. He is still holding both my hand in his large ones.
"Look Layla, I don't know how to say this but I'm just going to be straight forward with you. Its already been so long and this is eating me up." His words are laced with nervousness.
My confusion is clearly displayed on my face. "I don't know what you are getting at. Just out with it already."
"Okay so, do you remember Evan's party?" He asks.
I laugh at the mention of that party. It was one of those parties where everything and everyone is out of control. Evan is one of our mutual friends and a total party animal. He throws the best parties.
"How can I forget that party? It was a total blast. Although I only remember the half of it. The other half is totally blank." I say remembering the worst hangover I have ever had the next morning.
"Yeah so, that was the night I cheated on my girlfriend." He blurts out.
"Okay so you were drunk and you slept with someone else. Is that it?"
"No that's not it."
"Oh! You are still in love with Vicky."
He gives me an exaggerated look and let go off my hands completely. Placing his one hand behind my head, he covers my mouth with another. My eyes widen as he is taking extreme measures to stop me from talking.
"No I'm not in love with her. Stop talking."
He sighs closing his eyes. When he opens them again, he looks me straight in the eye as he reveals,
"The girl I slept with that night is none other than YOU."