As I finished reading aloud, I felt Adam’s anger surge like a storm. His body vibrated with a barely contained fury, and I instinctively moved away from him.
"Give me your phone!" he demanded, his voice low and edged with frustration. I handed it over, my heart sinking. I hadn’t wanted any of this; I just wanted to enjoy the night with him. His rage had already started to ruin the moment, and my own frustration and worry began to bubble up.
"Did you not tell him to stop calling you?" Adam asked, his voice laced with hurt and anger.
I shook my head, feeling the sting of his disappointment. "I refused to speak to him after that night," I confessed quietly, my voice trembling. The truth of my decision only seemed to fuel the fire between us.
Adam’s gaze was intense, searching my face for
