Adamo’s POV
I sat alone in my living room, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the walls. The only thing in my hands was a black lace bra—her bra. Holding it made me feel like a damn creep, but I wasn’t ready to let go of her just yet. Her scent still lingered on the fabric, a mix of vanilla and something uniquely Sade.
I exhaled, running a hand through my hair.
I wanted her. Not just for a night, not just for a fling—I wanted her. All of her.
But I knew I was moving too fast. Sade had kids. An ex-husband who still hovered around like an unwanted shadow. And here I was, gripping onto a piece of her clothing like a desperate man.
My stomach growled, breaking me out of my thoughts.
Wings. That’s what I needed.
I grabbed my keys and decided to hit up Jake Melnick’s Corner Tap—
