21
Past
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 s*x 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 ceili
