Chapter Thirty-Two
Heading back up to bed with a glass of water, I hear a car pull up outside and then the front door open and close – Adam must be home. Deciding that there is no time like the present, I hover on the landing, waiting to speak to him. I think he and I need to have an honest chat.
I shift my weight, nervously, as I hear Adam coming upstairs, but only when it’s too late to bolt to my room do I hear a girl giggling.
Suddenly I am face to face with a drunk Adam and a very drunk young woman. If I had to guess I’d say this girl was in her late twenties. Her shoulder-length hair is dyed a trendy shade of burgundy, her make-up is smeared all over her face and despite the fact I am standing here in nothing but my underwear and a shirt, I am wearing at least double the amount of clothing she is.
When the girl sees me she squeaks and falls into Adam’s arms.
‘We’ve been rumbled,’ she whispers to Adam. Well, I’m sure she intended to whisper it, she actually kind of shouted it.
‘That’s just my housemate,’ Adam assures her as he ushers her into his bedroom and closes the door behind them without saying a word to me.
As I hear them banging around and laughing together, jealousy hits me like a ton of bricks.
I go back into my bedroom, grab my AirPods from my bag, pop them in my ears and crank up the volume of my music because the thought of hearing Adam having sex through the walls sounds like torture.
As I lie back on the bed I feel a couple of tears escape my eyes and roll into my hair. I’m being stupid, I know I am, but I feel like I’m falling for him, and the worst thing is that now, not only do I know that Adam doesn’t feel that way about me, but because I’m living with him – and working with him – I’m going to have to face him every day.
And there’s only so much loud music can drown out.