Chapter 32
W aking up in Adam’s bed, I daydream about what life with him could be like. It could be a life filled with everything I could ever want. He pulls me closer, and I nestle into the crook of his arm. I love being his little spoon. This moment is perfect. I feel perfect. I like him so much.
“That was the best night’s sleep,” I say softly, still amazed by the serenity of his home. The silence in this room is unreal. “How is it so quiet?”
“The windows. They’re from Germany.”
I’ve never thought about windows being a significant factor in keeping out city sounds. “So, that’s why I haven’t heard a single ambulance or anything drive by?” I ask, trying to understand the logic behind it.
“Exactly, they’re commercial grade.” The casual way he says that makes me realize how much thought—and likely expense—he put into creating this peaceful environment.
“That doesn’t sound cheap.”
“My sleep is worth every penny.”
He knows what he wants, and he doesn’t hesitate to get it. Cuddled with him, I’m thinking about the differences between our lives.
“I’m not over it. We’re in Chicago, and it’s quieter in this house than at the lake.”
“German engineering, baby,” he says with a hint of pride in his voice.
Continuing to daydream while in his arms, I consider how Adam doesn’t dream about what he wants. He gets it. He makes it happen.
Rolling to my back, staring at the ceiling, I decide to ask him something I’ve thought about more than a few times. “I’ve been wondering. When was your divorce finalized?”
“April fourth,” he shares, playing with my hair.
“So, you think you’re ready for a new relationship?” I almost want to hide my face after asking that, and I am happy we’re not making eye contact right now. That’s not fuckbuddy talk.
“I’ve felt single for years.”
I roll over to see his face to see if he’s telling the truth.
“I was emotionally detached. When she moved out, it was officially over for me.”
“When did she move out?”
“When we filed for divorce. About two years ago.”
My eyes likely reveal the caution I feel. Is he ready for something serious? Am I? “Let’s not move too fast, okay?” I ask him and also myself.