Tamed (Torn #5)(33)

“Do you want me to go home?” I blurted before I could stop myself.

He paused. “Do you want to go home?”

I bit my lip. “I think I should.”

“Why?” He seemed genuinely confused, which only annoyed me.

“Because of…earlier.”

He ran his hand through his wet hair before walking over to the bed and sitting down. “Sit down, Amber. I think we need to talk.”

I cautiously crossed the room and sat down next to him. “Okay…”

“Look, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I didn’t mean to imply that you’d be a girl who would try to trap a guy by getting pregnant. I just meant it in general. I know you’re not like that.”

“But you were so angry,” I whispered.

“I was angry with myself for forgetting. I don’t forget—ever. But with you, I did. I let my guard down.”

“I still don’t understand though. If you don’t think that I’d try to screw you over, then why did you get so pissed?”

“There’s shit you don’t know about me, Amber. I’d rather forget some things in my past. Let’s just leave it at that.” He stood and walked to his side of the bed. I watched as he pulled the sheets down. “Just know that I would never think that about you, okay? Now, let’s get some sleep. I’m exhausted from carrying all your shit to your car.”

“Okay.” I stood and pulled the covers down on my side.

I wanted to say more, but I knew he’d never answer the questions I wanted to ask. What on earth could have happened to make him react like that? He’d been so angry that I’d actually been a bit afraid of him. Then, the way he’d cut me with his words…

I lay down and pulled the covers up to my chin. Adam climbed in next to me. He tugged me over and wrapped his arms around me.

“I’m sorry,” was all he said.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his body against mine. Without a doubt, I knew that it would be the last chance I had to be with him like this for a very long time.



“Send me a text when you make it home, okay?” Adam asked the next day.

He had driven me back to my dorm, and we were standing next to my car in the parking lot.

“I will, Dad,” I teased.

“I’m serious. I hate that you’re driving all the way to Charleston on your own.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll be fine, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll text you when I get there.”

“Good. I’ll be waiting.”

We stood awkwardly, neither of us sure how to say good-bye. I hated to admit it, but I wasn’t ready to let him go just yet. I wanted to kidnap him and bring him back to Charleston with me.

“Be careful on the road this summer,” I finally said.

He grinned. “Now, who’s worried?”

I smacked his chest. “I know you, and trouble seems to find you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He grinned down at me.

I surprised both of us when I lurched forward and wrapped my arms around him. After a moment of hesitation, he hugged me back.

“Don’t forget about me,” Adam said as we pulled apart.

I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not.

“Like I could,” I told him before standing on my toes to softly kiss his lips. “Be safe.”

“I will.”

I stepped back and opened my car door. “Well, I guess this is good-bye.”

“I guess it is. I’ll see you in a couple of months after school starts and the tour ends.”

I nodded. “I know.”

I climbed into my car and started the engine. I rolled my window down and gave him a small smile. He smirked at me but said nothing. I put the car in drive and pulled away from the parking lot. I watched him in my rearview mirror until I turned the corner. He hadn’t moved.

I was shocked when I felt a tear sliding down my face. I was going to miss him so f*cking much even though I shouldn’t. Nothing about our relationship should make me miss him, but I knew I would. Already, I felt a hollow ache in my chest.

If I were a weaker woman, I would seriously wonder if I was falling in love with him. I pushed the thought aside as I wiped my tears away.

I was being ridiculous. There was no way I could fall in love with Adam.

Then, why did my tears start falling harder than before?





Two Months Later—July

June and July had been blissfully peaceful. After everything that had happened at school, I’d loved every single minute of my peaceful summer. My mom and dad had been ecstatic that I was back home. The first few days had consisted of more family time than I’d ever thought possible. They’d even taken days off of work just so we could go places and spend time together.

In true Mom and Dad fashion, they’d made Logan feel as welcome as me. He’d seemed unsure of how to handle their attention at first, but he quickly grew used to it. While we’d been best friends since our freshman year of high school, he’d never really spent one-on-one time with my parents.

His mom wasn’t like Chloe’s, but I knew that his mom hadn’t spent a lot of time with him. Truthfully, he barely mentioned her. Even though he was in the same city as her, he never once said a word about going to see her. I didn’t pry, but I was curious as to whether or not something had happened with them. When I’d asked, he’d simply shrugged and told me she hadn’t even asked if or when he would come to see her. He didn’t see the point in visiting when she was almost never home.