Avoiding Intimacy (Avoiding #2.5)(52)

“Me, too,” she moaned, her hands digging into his slick back.

“Will you look at me?”

She breathed heavily, letting her back fall down to the bed. He was moving faster on top of her, slamming into her body at irregular intervals, and she was on the brink. Her head tilted toward him, and her eyes slowly fluttered open.

“That’s exactly how I want to remember you.”

“Remember me?” she asked through her deep breaths.

“Every time I think about you,” he said with a smirk.

“Fuck!” she cried, orgasm ripping through her body at his sweet words.

He doubled over on top of her, grunting as he came inside of her. She shuddered, clenching around him and holding him tight. She didn’t want to let him go. She wanted to stay like this forever.

But, forever wasn’t meant to be forever.

Adam kissed Chyna lightly on her nose. He slowly rolled off of her, grabbed his boxers, and headed for the bathroom.

She watched him go with a wonderful satisfaction settling in her stomach. She had never experienced sex in quite the same way. Her heart was open, laying bare on the bed, and she felt light and free.

She was…happy.

He returned a moment later, resting his shoulder against the doorframe as he looked down at the floor. Chyna sat up on her elbows and turned her head to face him. She had his typical goofy grin on her face for once.

“Don’t go,” he whispered so softly that she barely heard him.

“Go where?” she asked, having already forgotten their earlier conversation.

“To Italy. Don’t go to Italy.”

She dropped her head back onto the pillow and smiled up at the ceiling. Why was he even bringing this up again? She was leaving in twenty-four hours. It was settled. “I have to go,” she said with a yawn, stretching her arms over her head.

“No. You don’t,” he said, his voice clearly restrained.

She kept her hands overhead and rolled to face him, lying on her right arm.

“Adam, come back to bed. I want you to hold me.”

“Chyna, aren’t you listening?” he asked. He still hadn’t looked up from the carpet.

She studied him standing there, bathed in the bathroom light. He was tense, which didn’t make any sense given the circumstances, and he wouldn’t look at her.

“I guess not,” she said softly, her heart picking up speed.

“Don’t go to Italy.”

“Adam, we’ve already talked about this,” she whined. Sitting up cautiously in bed, she wrapped the comforter around her.

“And, you don’t seem to hear what I’m saying.”

“I get that you don’t want me to go.”

“Do you?” he asked, looking up at her finally.

“Y-yes,” she said uncertainly.

She had thought that she got what he was saying. He didn’t want her to go. He would miss her. They had just had unbelievable sex. Did she mention he would miss her? Well, she would miss him, too, but it didn’t make any sense why he was bringing this up again.

“Then, why are you going?” he asked.

“Adam, I didn’t think you were serious,” she said, tilting her head and assessing him. “I mean, I know that you wanted me to stay, but I thought that was just because you were going to miss me. I didn’t think that you actually didn’t want me to pursue modeling.”

“You didn’t think I was serious? You thought I wanted my girlfriend on the other side of the planet?” he asked in disbelief.

“Well, no, but—”

“But, you were going to do it anyway.”

“I don’t understand,” she said, shaking her head. Her post-coital bliss was disappearing with every word he uttered.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Chyna, I want you to understand. I don’t want you to go. Stay with me here in New York,” he said, walking forward out of the bathroom. He sat down on the side of the bed and took her hands in his, pleading with her. “Why would you want to leave New York? Why would you want to leave me?”

“I’m not leaving you, Adam,” she reassured him. “I’ll only be gone for two months. I’ll be back before you know it.”

He shook his head. “At what cost?”

“What are you getting at?” she asked, staring down at where he was still holding her hands.

“After what happened here…” he trailed off.

“After what happened?” she asked, her eyes narrowing.

He glanced away from her but answered, “With John.”

“You think I’ll cheat on you?” she hissed. After everything that had just happened and their perfect relationship since that incident, he still thought so poorly of her. He still thought that she wouldn’t be the girlfriend that he deserved.

Her chest expanded, and her breathing suddenly became very heavy. It was like she was sucking air in and breathing it out, but none of it was happening fast enough.

Her hands began trembling lightly in his.

She couldn’t believe this. She couldn’t believe him. After the best sex of her life…he had to go and…she couldn’t even think it.

“I don’t know, Chyna. No.”

“Well, which is it?” she asked slowly, trying to make sure she kept breathing.