Chapter 132

• Unlike Adrianna, Sam was now in his room, constantly trying to find a way to make Adrianna talk to him casually. He threw himself onto the bed, letting his work clothes cling to his body. It wasn't comfortable, but his thoughts about Adrianna were only causing him more restlessness. Sam stared at the ceiling of his room, his forehead creased, clearly deep in study. He would do anything to melt her heart.
• Why was it so difficult? Sam wondered.
• Sam sat up, folding his legs on the bed, his fingers moving restlessly. "What should I do? What reasons should I give?" Sam mumbled to himself.