cook. Why?”
“I figured your mom and sisters probably doted on you.”
“And what, they show up and cook for me now ?” His eyes dropped to my legs again. “If you’ll excuse me, that shower is becoming an urgent matter.”
He grimaced, adjusted his suit pants, and walked past me to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. I wandered back into the living room and found the remote to the TV. After scrolling through numerous channels I found an old Monty Python movie. I took a sip of my water, tucked my legs up underneath myself and settled in to watch and continue the sobering process. I heard the bathroom door open a few minutes later and I turned around in time to see Adam walk out with a towel wrapped around his waist. Oh my.
“See something you like?” he called out.
“I don’t know, there’s a towel in the way,” I answered and I thought I heard him laugh as the bedroom door closed.
When he came out a little later, he appeared much more relaxed, dressed in gray sweatpants and a Georgetown Hoyas T-shirt. He looked sexy like that too. Jesus, he looked good to me in everything these days. I wanted to cuddle up with him, which was really weird, because I had definitely never been a cuddler. Must have been the booze. I might have sustained brain damage. Instead, I scrunched myself tighter into the corner of the sofa and hugged my waist.
“Do you want to watch The Meaning of Life with me? I know the words to all the songs.”
“Is that a threat?” he asked, and I actually laughed myself. “I was going to make myself an omelet. Do you want one?”
“Okay,” I answered, feeling inordinately pleased. Having someone cook for me was a rare treat. Actually, having company at this time of night was a rare treat these days. Ten minutes later he brought two plates out and we dug in.
“Well, there you go, Adler, you’re literally the first woman I have ever cooked for.”
“Mmm. This is good, Adam. I didn’t realize how hungry I was. All I’ve had since lunch were nachos, cocktail weenies and a bottle of spiced rum.”
“I hate that health food shit,” he joked and I snort laughed, which then made him laugh too. Not long after that a musical number came on and I sang my heart out.
“So there you go, Roth. I’ve never serenaded a guy before.”
“And the song you pick is Every Sperm is Sacred . You’re an interesting woman, Adler. What are you doing over in that corner anyway? Get over here.”
“Why? You afraid my fat ass will tip the couch over?” I joked.
“First, of all, your ass is not fat. Trust me, I’ve examined it closely on more than one occasion. Secondly, I’m a boy and you’re a girl, and we’re watching a movie together. I know you were a teenager once, because I was there, so you must know the drill. Come over here and sit next to me.”
“Well, how could any girl resist that kind of sweet talk?” I teased, and moved over to the middle of the couch where Adam slipped his arm around me. “Hey, I thought you weren’t going to touch me.”
“Allow me to clarify. I’m not going to touch anywhere that could possibly make either one of us come, and while I’m good, I don’t know if even I could get us there by touching your shoulder. Although, I’d be willing to try some night when you’re not smashed.”
We watched the rest of the movie like that, although Adam swore that I was making his ears bleed at every musical number. And finally, the credits rolled.
“I love that movie,” I said when it ended.
“You would never know,” he replied dryly and I poked him in the ribs. “Hey, watch it. My ribs are sensitive.”
“So, you want to make out?” I teased.
“Oh-ho God!” he said in a pained voice, throwing his head back against the couch.
“What? I know I probably smell like a bar but am I that foul?”
“ Foul ?! Are you fucking nuts? Do you have no clue? I have to take a shower,” he said in a tense voice, getting up and heading for