Chapter Adam
Adam
“What do you think Zachary wants for Christmas?” My mom is loading bacon onto my plate while we wait for everyone else to get their shit together this morning after chores.
Zach is still in the camper showering and man do I wish I was there with him. Even with the bathroom being way too damn small to fit both of us, I always seem to want to be with Zach. I hope my smile isn’t too damn goofy as I try my best to wipe it away. No boners in the kitchen with your mother.
Jesus. That is something I never thought I would have to scold myself for. But Zach is just everywhere all the damn time. And I really, really like it. Awkward boners and all.
“I don’t mom. He probably would say nothing.”
“Exactly.” My mom says as she places a whole plate of pancakes on the table. “That’s why I’m asking you while we have a moment. I got the girls a lot of stuff. They’re easy to buy for, but Zachary…”
I laugh at her heavy sigh. “He just wants them taken care of. Which, you’re doing.” I take a seat at the table and grab a few pancakes. She’s been doing a fantastic job at taking care of them. It’s effortless with my mother and she seems completely happy to do it.
“Adam.” She places a bowl of scrambled eggs down and eyes me hard. “That boy owes us nothing and we want to get him a present.”
I slather butter on my pancake and think about it. “I know that’s how you guys think, but he already feels like he owes you. I know that.” She doesn’t let up. “Fine. He could use a new stocking cap. The one he has is shitty.”
“Mouth.” She scolds and I shoot her a quick smile.
“That’s all I can think of. He likes what I do. Football. Camping out under the stars and that’s about it.” I can’t wait for it to get warmer and stop snowing so maybe we can go on a little camping adventure.
“Alright honey.” She pats my head, “He really is your perfect match.”
Once again I wonder if my mother knows about us, but I don’t say a word. I don’t ask her mostly because I know that Zach’s worried about anyone knowing. He thinks it could hurt his chances of getting custody of the girls, and depending on who is in charge of that, could be true.
No matter what I’m going to make damn sure he has everything he wants. He doesn’t need things. He needs that security.
My brothers race down the hall and slide into thier chairs followed by Mary and Anna who seem to be far more civilized. They each take a seat and Anna looks at me, “Where’s Zach?”
“Camper. He’ll be here soon.” I answer her and feel the weight of her gaze for a little bit. She seems a little suspicious sometimes, always watching me with a weary look, but she’s been through a lot and I can’t really blame her.
Thankfully, Zach comes through the front door a moment later and I watch Anna seem to fully relax. She’s depended on him for so damn long, I’m sure it’s scary to be living under a different roof from him.
He walks inside, freshly showered taking his coat off and leaving it on the hook by the door. His dark washed jeans hug his body perfectly along with the dark long-sleeved henley he’s wearing.
God damn he looks good.
And whether the world knows it or not he’s all mine. But when he sits down next to me and I finally pry my eyes off of my boyfriend, I’m met with my mother’s gaze. She looks pleased though as she offers up food to everyone that just joined.
“Hurry up now. You all need to get to school.”
I’m ready to be finished with school if I’m honest. I mean, education is important and all, but these last few months can’t go by sooner. I’m not going off to college or moving out of town.
I’m finally doing what I always wanted to do and I’m going to farm this land, build my house and do it all with Zach at my side.
I can’t wait for it, but I promised my parents I’ll finish high school and I’m going to do it. Thank God Christmas break starts soon and we’ll have some time off.
I listen to Zach question his sisters about this week at school and once again I can’t wipe the dopey grin off my face thinking about all that free time we will have during break.
Spending as much as we can in that little camper.
We haven’t had sex yet—not like sex sex but we’re getting closer to it I think. I should probably be nervous considering up until a couple of months ago I didn’t think there was a sexual bone in my entire body, but now that I’ve had a taste of Zach, I can barely remember that time.
I’m ready to be with him in every single possible way. Nerves or not. I want this with him. I want everything with him.
Because I know that as long as we’re both involved it will be absolutely perfect and I also know that the only time he’s not lost stuck in his head is when he’s allowing me to explore his body and bring him pleasure.
A task I am more than happy to do over and over again.