Touch Me Not(74)

“Damn,” Adam cursed. “You’re not serious? He will eat you up and spit you out, Lily.”

“Why do you care, Adam?” she asked, irritated. “Who I do or don’t love isn’t your business.”

Adam sat up and looked at her. His eyes were serious. “I care because I love you, Lily. I’ve always loved you.”

“I love you too, Adam, but this big brother complex has to stop. I can make my own choices, my own mistakes. You don’t have to protect me. I need to live my own life instead of hiding behind you and letting you protect me from anything that can hurt me.”

“No, Lils, you don’t understand. I love you.”

“And I love you too,” she laughed.

“No, dammit,” he growled. “I love you, Lily, not Susan. You.”

Lily’s mouth fell open. Did he just say what she thought he said? He loved her? Like loved loved her? No way. And why did he say it when he was drunk?

“Adam, you’re drunk and not thinking straight,” she said at last. “It’s the booze talking. Go to sleep and you’ll forget all this in the morning.”

“I’m drunk, Lily, but not nearly that drunk,” he said softly. “I know what I’m saying.”

“Adam, you love Sue,” she said, trying desperately to remind him. Why now? Was it just a response to her telling him she was in love with Nikoli?

“Yeah, I do love Sue,” he agreed. “I loved her enough to ask her to marry me.”

“Then why are you saying you love me and not her?” Lily searched his eyes, and she saw a truth there she would have jumped up and down for a few months ago, but not now.

“Because I’m a blind fool,” he said bitterly. “My mom said something to me over the summer when I told her about the engagement. She said I was foolish for not seeing what was right in front of me. I didn’t understand what she meant, but I do now. When I thought I lost you, I went a little nuts. I kept thinking of how much I hurt you and the look on your face when you told me to get out. The thought of losing you, it broke me. I can’t imagine my world without you, Lily.”

Her heart stuttered at the shattered sound of his voice, and a single tear slipped down her cheek. Why couldn’t he have said this even a few weeks ago? She loved him, but she loved Nikoli more.

“You’re the one I want, Lily, the one I want to marry, to have kids with, the one I want to grow old with. Just you.”

“Adam…”

“Please, Lily, tell me you love me, that you’ll marry me, please.”

Her heart broke. She saw the truth of what he was saying in his face, heard it in his voice. Drunk he might be, but he was being honest with her, maybe because he was drunk. It might have given him the courage he needed to tell her all this. Liquid courage, Mike called it. He’d heard the expression in some old western his dad had made him watch. It fit.

“I…”

“Don’t say anything now,” he interrupted her. “Just think about it, okay?”

“You might wake up and regret all this in the morning,” she told him.

“No, Lily, I only regret it took an ass like Kincaid to make me realize how much I love you and how badly I hurt you. Just promise to think about it, please? Just think about you and me and everything we’ve shared, about all we could share in the future? That’s all I’m asking, to just think about it.”#p#分页标题#e#

“Okay,” she whispered, and he lay back down. When he didn’t say anything else, Lily turned over and stared at the wall. Her mind felt fuzzy. She was so tired, and now it was full of thoughts and questions about how she felt, about everything.

Why the hell had Adam decided to spring this on her tonight?

And what was she going to do when they both woke up?



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Nikoli whistled as he walked down the hallway to Lily’s dorm room. It was nine, and he figured she’d had enough time to sleep. He told himself he was here because he wanted to hear her thoughts on the game, but honestly, he just wanted to see Lily. He knocked on her door and shouted, “Wake up, Lily Bells!”

The next thing he heard was a loud thump and Lily cursing worse than a sailor. He laughed, just thinking of her face. She must have fallen out of bed. When she wrenched her door open, his smile faded. Adam was passed out on the floor.

“Shhh,” she whispered and pulled him inside. “He’s still asleep.”

“What’s he doing here?” Nikoli demanded, the caveman inside yelling mine.

“He showed up drunk early this morning, and I let him sleep on the floor,” she said, her voice weary. “What are you doing here?”