Chapter 15

• Adam entered a random empty bedroom and turned to her. Monica swallowed again, this time for a different reason. For a second, her heart stopped beating. Adam was so... perfect. It was like he had shown up from a fashion magazine, the one of her dreams, and had appeared as her dreamed man. His still damp hair was tied up on his head, small locks of it falling down, and the way his stubble was cut... It made her skin get goosebumps, and she scratched her broken arm.
• “I guess you talked to Amely,” he said and put his hands in his pockets.
• “Um...” She smiled and jumped from foot to foot. “We had a small chat.”