"We need to talk," I said as I walked into the living room where Adam was sitting on the sofa. His feet kicked up on the coffee table and his laptop sitting in his lap as I assumed he was getting some work done.
He looked up at me but didn't answer just shrugged his shoulder. I went over to him taking his feet off of the table and glared at him. He hissed at me annoyed.
"What do you want?" he asked. "For you not to put your disgusting feet on my expensive table," I said placing a hand on my hips.
He rolled his eyes at me.
"What the f**k do you want?" he asked annoyed.
After weeks of us sleeping together almost every night, we never talked about it. Every time I tried to talk about it I get way too embarrassed and don't say anything, or we end up making out for hours. But today I was g
