[Fic] Kiss Away (PG-13)
Title: Kiss Away
Characters: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,480
Summary: The blossoming of Kris and Adam’s relationship, abridged version.
A/N: This is mostly schmoop and was originally my fill for a challenge forever ago, but I hated it so much, I never submitted it. However, I have been coaxed into the believing it’s not as bad as I thought, so here it is.
Kiss Away
Kris was a slow burn.
The innocent crush started during Hollywood week when Kris approached and praised Adam for being one of the best voices he’d ever heard. It had intensified further when they had been thrown into the same hotel room. Adam had been skeptical, thinking Kris was likely just a face in the crowd trying to hop onto his sudden coat tails, but he had proven to be wrong when Kris consistently showed admiration and a general awe in his presence.
They hadn’t hit things off immediately, though. Adam was guarded. He suspected that Kris was another Christian warming up to him with the hidden agenda of the evangelical variety, but the homegrown Southern boy had startled him on the night of Group 2 results by saying “You should be able to love who you want to love without anyone being weird about it.”
Adam finally sold himself on the idea that Kris Allen was the hottest thing since toast.
Adam couldn’t help his gradual pining. Everyone called him the “good Christian” and the “boy next door” or even the “heart throb,” but to Adam, he transcended the pigeon holes. Kris was complicated. He cared so much for others and was selfless on unheard of levels. He was also a witty bastard. Adam was so smitten that he began to grow flustered around Kris, much to Kris’s amusement. The crush, however, had escalated into lust once Kris began reciprocating the longing looks and dishing out hugs that were more intimate than Adam had ever thought they could be.
The snag in the relationship, though, was Kris’s marriage. Adam loved Katy to pieces, but he resented her a little for having made such a good catch. Kris was Adam’s type in more ways than he had fingers. It grated on Adam to know that there was a woman behind Kris, a woman that showed Adam just as much love as she would a brother. So, yes, Adam felt mildly ill the first time Kris had climbed into his bed to lay and talk. Adam wanted it to just be to talk, but Kris was giving off vibes that there was something more lurking. And then, the snuggling had started. Adam had resisted, at first, but it was impossible to deny Kris’s wishes when he made his puppy face - an expression that could end wars. Seriously, he had Adam in the bag.
It was just that precious.
Kris pawned the affection off as loneliness, which also had Adam convinced for a while. Then, Kris stopped leaving the bed and started falling asleep on Adam’s chest, or in Adam’s arms. Adam damned his crush for making him incapable of telling Kris “no.” He just let it happen and somehow, things were never terribly awkward. And then the kiss happened.
Kris did same thing he did every Results night and draped himself alongside Adam. The lights were off and the door was shut. Adam’s guard was down. Kris’s breathing was calm. His body was slack from both relief and sadness.
Adam knew that Kris was his own worst critic. As always, Kris had been certain that he was going home. Adam, however, had been certain it was Danny’s last night. But to everyone’s shock, it was Allison who was sent packing. Adam was numb. Allison had been their little sister and partner-in-crime since Group 2’s week in the Top 36. Now, she was gone, and he and Kris were left to themselves in the basement of the mansion.
“Adam?” Kris prompted quietly.
Adam murmured in acknowledgement. Kris pushed his socked feet into the mattress and inched his way up to be face-to-face with Adam, their heads on the same pillow. Kris wiggled to get comfortable and he placed a hand high on Adam’s chest. Adam’s heart rate increased as his pulse dully thudded at the back of his ears. He tentatively placed a hand over Kris’s as they traded unblinking stares.
Upon realization that he had stopped breathing, “You’re pushing it,” Adam deadpanned.
Kris blinked. “If I’m making you uncomfortable-“
Adam interrupted with an abrupt laugh. “I think you know how nervous you make me.”
A slow smile crossed Kris’s face. “Yeah. I kind of like it.” He wrenched his hand out of Adam’s grip and cupped Adam’s jaw. The movement startled Adam, who turned toward Kris’s touch.
The kiss was gentle; like Kris was afraid he might shatter Adam if he pressed too hard. Adam was dizzy from the buzz sent through him by the warmth of Kris’s full bottom lip on his thin, freckled one. The kiss held for several seconds before Kris’s mouth slipped away.
Holding both his breath and Adam’s gaze, Kris adjusted himself and pushed up on an elbow so he was above Adam. It made Adam’s skin prickle with gooseflesh to have Kris looming over him with an expectation in his eyes. Adam trailed fingers up the back of Kris’s arm to graze under the sleeve of his tight, white t-shirt. Kris insistently pulled on the back of Adam’s neck so that their foreheads were touching.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do if one of us goes home next week,” Kris whispered.
Adam let out a pained chuckle. “I think you’ll live.”
After second and third kisses, which were deeper and needier than the first, Kris snuggled back down to rest his cheek to Adam’s chest and immediately drifted off to sleep. The spike of adrenaline kept Adam awake until morning. A very long and stressful week followed.
When Danny was sent home, Kris and Adam were relocated to a hotel. Regardless of the separate rooms, Adam never slept alone. There was a knock on his door, each night and each night, it grew more and more difficult to answer. He and Kris both knew this was coming to an end, fast. Nerves were running high and Adam had grown weary of Kris skirting the edge of the Ring of Fire. But Adam was too attached to make an ultimatum and still allowed Kris in for nuzzles that left him wanting more.
The night of their final performances turned out to be rough for both of them.
“No Boundaries” was a lyrically terrible, melodically complicated song that they both were forced to learn in just three days. After three performances each, they were both exhausted, but they still had to do press work before they can get back to the hotel.
It was a gauntlet.
By the end of the night, Kris was responding with one-word answers (typically “Totally!”) and leaning on Adam like he was a crutch. Adam, somehow, kept it together and answered for both of them. He tried to give Kris gentle nudged - going so far as to kiss Kris’s ear and whisper “Wake up!” when they were getting hugs from Paula - but Kriswas done.
“I just want to sleep,” Kris groaned as they trudged out to the black SUV that will take them back to the hotel.
Adam laughed and hiked Kris up by the ribs to half-carry him. They made it past the last of the flashes before Kris clamored into the backseat of the vehicle, closely followed by Adam. Kris decided to forgo his seatbelt and immediately slumped against the seat in exhaustion. As they pulled away from the theater, Kris shifted to lob his weight in Adam’s direction. He contently sighed when his face collided with Adam’s shoulder.
“That cannot be comfortable,” Adam said with a scoff, looking down at Kris, who had awkwardly bent himself across the seats.
Kris sleepy sputtered. “This is totally comfortable.”
“And you are totally not allowed to use that word anymore.”
“Totally.”
Adam shifted to brush a kiss against Kris’s forehead. Kris murmured and scooted his lower-half across the bench seating. Sighing, Adam draped an arm around Kris’s strong shoulders. Kris embraced Adam’s middle as he itched his face against Adam’s shirt.
“I’m getting make-up on you,” Kris mumbled.
“And very lucky for you, I didn’t pay for this shirt,” Adam replied.
They remained cuddled together in the backseat for the rest of the ride to the hotel. When they arrived, Adam and a bodyguard helped Kris land on two feet. Adam and Kris slung an arm around the each other’s backs and made their way inside. On the elevator, Kris huddled close and brushed the back of his hand against Adam’s. The simple, intimate gesture made Adam fluster. He gave Kris a sidelong look and Kris sleepily smiled.
“Nervous? I felt you shiver,” Kris whispered.
“Maybe I just caught a chill.”
“No,” Kris refuted with a shake of his head. “I know it was me.”
“That’s a little cocky to say, don’t you think?”
Kris snickered. “Totally.”
Adam shook his head. Kris was too cute for words when he was sleepy and surly, which was why Adam turned and immediately pulled him up into a kiss. Kris’s heavy eyelids went suddenly wide, but fluttered shut again as he went up on his toes. The kiss was sloppy and sent Adam falling back against the elevator wall. He caught Kris by the waist. Kris lifted himself up with a hold on the collar of Adam’s jacket.
A fleeting thought of worry spurred through Adam as he considered the possibility of being caught. These elevators had to have cameras. This was going to be on tape. Some security guard was going to see this and sell it to the tabloids for beaucoup bank.
Adam went stiff and glanced to the black globe at the ceiling of the opposite corner of where they stood.
“What’s wrong?,” Kris flubbed against Adam’s chin as the elevator comes to a halt.
“We’re probably being watched,” Adam pointed out as he untangled himself from Kris.
Kris frowned. “How are we being watched?,” he asked as they exited the elevator.
Adam shook his head. “Never mind,” he sighed. “Let’s just go to bed.”
“I don’t wanna go to my room,” Kris said, swaying on his feet.
Adam’s arm was around Kris, again. “You don’t have to. Soak it in because tomorrow is going to be nuts.”
Kris leaned against Adam as Adam slipped a keycard out of the inside-pocket of his jacket. As soon as they were in the room, Kris was toeing out of his shoes and tossing his blazer to the floor, making a trail to the bed. He threw himself down. Adam watched on as Kris made himself comfortable.
Shaking away horny thoughts, Adam was all sighs as he removed his boots and jacket. He hunted down a pair of pajama pants and unabashedly changed in front of the bed. Kris murmured in approval; Adam raised his brow.
“C’mere,” Kris rumbled. His voice was deep with lust and sleep. It made Adam’s gut tie up in knots.
Adam climbed onto the bed, knees first and tugged the blankets from beneath Kris. He covered them both as he climbed under. Kris sidled close and cupped Adam’s face; their thighs were flush. Adam laughed, trying to make light of how grabby Kris was being. Kris shushed him with a rough kiss that gave him stubble burn.
Adam’s lashes flutter as he tried to catch his breath. He gripped at the wrists on either side of his face and leveled a hard look at Kris. “You’re delirious.”
“Nope,” Kris grunted and licked his lips.
“You should sleep.”
“You told me to soak it in.”
Adam rolled his eyes in exasperation. “I didn’t tell you to dry hump me.”
“Don’t you like it?” Kris bit down on his lower lip and rolled his hips to thump against Adam’s abdomen.
“This is so romantic.”
“Totally.”
Adam let out something short of growl and rolled to pin Kris back against the bed. He straddled Kris. Kris grinned victoriously.
“I’m going to sit on you until you sleep,” Adam huffed.
Kris’s smile faltered. He then did some crazy move with his hips and legs, and Adam suddenly found himself smack on his back, with his head dangling off the end of the bed. The air of the room chilled the exposed skin of his arms. He shivered. Still dazed, he tried to sit up, but he flopped back down in defeat.
“What the fuck was that?,” Adam demanded with a slight whine in his voice.
“It’s my ninja move,” Kris said in triumph as he pulled Adam up into a seated position. “Are you okay?”
Adam shook his head to focus. “I think I need to lie down.”
“Sorry,” Kris said sheepishly as Adam moves back toward the pillows.
“No, I’m just tired.” Adam collapsed to the bed. “And we only have a couple hours. I don’t know where your energy came from, but I’m going to sleep.”
Kris muttered something under his breath. It was his turn to throw the covers over them both. He then slid down to rest his head on Adam’s chest, which calmed Adam. He loved the feel of Kris just lying there, rising and falling with each breath. He glanced to the clock next to the bed. Three and a half hours was all the time that they have left.
“We are so screwed,” Kris said suddenly. “There was a camera in the elevator, right? That’s what you meant by we were being watched?”
“Yes.”
“Dang it.”
“I know.”
Kris curled to Adam’s side and his fingers dug to find Adam’s to interlace them.
“Kris,” Adam said quietly. “You realize that tomorrow is going to suck, but I’m still going to love you, right?”
Adam felt Kris smile against his chest.
“Totally.”
After three hours, Adam woke up Kris and shoved him out of the room toward his own shower. Twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door. Adam rolled his eyes at himself in the mirror and threw on a robe. He was startled when he opened the door to find Tony, Kris’s bodyguard, standing on the threshold, looking stern.
“Take this,” Tony said before Adam can get out a word. Tony hands over the disc case, which Adam stared at dubiously.
“It’s the only remaining copy of a security feed from the elevators earlier this morning,” Tony explained.
Adam blinked in astonishment as color raised into his freckled cheeks. “Thank you. You just saved our asses.”
“It’s my job.”
“Right. But still, thank you.”
Tony slowly shook his head, there’s slight annoyance in his expression. “I’ve dealt with worse, but you need to be careful. This could be a career killer for both of you, as far as 19 is concerned.”
Adam’s brow furrowed. “I don’t really think that’s any of your business.”
“Yeah, well, I have to get your boy out of here for an interview. Just watch yourself.”
Adam smirked and his brow went high as he waved the disc case. “Oh,” he sighed as he backed into the room. “I plan to.”
Characters: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,480
Summary: The blossoming of Kris and Adam’s relationship, abridged version.
A/N: This is mostly schmoop and was originally my fill for a challenge forever ago, but I hated it so much, I never submitted it. However, I have been coaxed into the believing it’s not as bad as I thought, so here it is.
Kiss Away
Kris was a slow burn.
The innocent crush started during Hollywood week when Kris approached and praised Adam for being one of the best voices he’d ever heard. It had intensified further when they had been thrown into the same hotel room. Adam had been skeptical, thinking Kris was likely just a face in the crowd trying to hop onto his sudden coat tails, but he had proven to be wrong when Kris consistently showed admiration and a general awe in his presence.
They hadn’t hit things off immediately, though. Adam was guarded. He suspected that Kris was another Christian warming up to him with the hidden agenda of the evangelical variety, but the homegrown Southern boy had startled him on the night of Group 2 results by saying “You should be able to love who you want to love without anyone being weird about it.”
Adam finally sold himself on the idea that Kris Allen was the hottest thing since toast.
Adam couldn’t help his gradual pining. Everyone called him the “good Christian” and the “boy next door” or even the “heart throb,” but to Adam, he transcended the pigeon holes. Kris was complicated. He cared so much for others and was selfless on unheard of levels. He was also a witty bastard. Adam was so smitten that he began to grow flustered around Kris, much to Kris’s amusement. The crush, however, had escalated into lust once Kris began reciprocating the longing looks and dishing out hugs that were more intimate than Adam had ever thought they could be.
The snag in the relationship, though, was Kris’s marriage. Adam loved Katy to pieces, but he resented her a little for having made such a good catch. Kris was Adam’s type in more ways than he had fingers. It grated on Adam to know that there was a woman behind Kris, a woman that showed Adam just as much love as she would a brother. So, yes, Adam felt mildly ill the first time Kris had climbed into his bed to lay and talk. Adam wanted it to just be to talk, but Kris was giving off vibes that there was something more lurking. And then, the snuggling had started. Adam had resisted, at first, but it was impossible to deny Kris’s wishes when he made his puppy face - an expression that could end wars. Seriously, he had Adam in the bag.
It was just that precious.
Kris pawned the affection off as loneliness, which also had Adam convinced for a while. Then, Kris stopped leaving the bed and started falling asleep on Adam’s chest, or in Adam’s arms. Adam damned his crush for making him incapable of telling Kris “no.” He just let it happen and somehow, things were never terribly awkward. And then the kiss happened.
Kris did same thing he did every Results night and draped himself alongside Adam. The lights were off and the door was shut. Adam’s guard was down. Kris’s breathing was calm. His body was slack from both relief and sadness.
Adam knew that Kris was his own worst critic. As always, Kris had been certain that he was going home. Adam, however, had been certain it was Danny’s last night. But to everyone’s shock, it was Allison who was sent packing. Adam was numb. Allison had been their little sister and partner-in-crime since Group 2’s week in the Top 36. Now, she was gone, and he and Kris were left to themselves in the basement of the mansion.
“Adam?” Kris prompted quietly.
Adam murmured in acknowledgement. Kris pushed his socked feet into the mattress and inched his way up to be face-to-face with Adam, their heads on the same pillow. Kris wiggled to get comfortable and he placed a hand high on Adam’s chest. Adam’s heart rate increased as his pulse dully thudded at the back of his ears. He tentatively placed a hand over Kris’s as they traded unblinking stares.
Upon realization that he had stopped breathing, “You’re pushing it,” Adam deadpanned.
Kris blinked. “If I’m making you uncomfortable-“
Adam interrupted with an abrupt laugh. “I think you know how nervous you make me.”
A slow smile crossed Kris’s face. “Yeah. I kind of like it.” He wrenched his hand out of Adam’s grip and cupped Adam’s jaw. The movement startled Adam, who turned toward Kris’s touch.
The kiss was gentle; like Kris was afraid he might shatter Adam if he pressed too hard. Adam was dizzy from the buzz sent through him by the warmth of Kris’s full bottom lip on his thin, freckled one. The kiss held for several seconds before Kris’s mouth slipped away.
Holding both his breath and Adam’s gaze, Kris adjusted himself and pushed up on an elbow so he was above Adam. It made Adam’s skin prickle with gooseflesh to have Kris looming over him with an expectation in his eyes. Adam trailed fingers up the back of Kris’s arm to graze under the sleeve of his tight, white t-shirt. Kris insistently pulled on the back of Adam’s neck so that their foreheads were touching.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do if one of us goes home next week,” Kris whispered.
Adam let out a pained chuckle. “I think you’ll live.”
After second and third kisses, which were deeper and needier than the first, Kris snuggled back down to rest his cheek to Adam’s chest and immediately drifted off to sleep. The spike of adrenaline kept Adam awake until morning. A very long and stressful week followed.
When Danny was sent home, Kris and Adam were relocated to a hotel. Regardless of the separate rooms, Adam never slept alone. There was a knock on his door, each night and each night, it grew more and more difficult to answer. He and Kris both knew this was coming to an end, fast. Nerves were running high and Adam had grown weary of Kris skirting the edge of the Ring of Fire. But Adam was too attached to make an ultimatum and still allowed Kris in for nuzzles that left him wanting more.
The night of their final performances turned out to be rough for both of them.
“No Boundaries” was a lyrically terrible, melodically complicated song that they both were forced to learn in just three days. After three performances each, they were both exhausted, but they still had to do press work before they can get back to the hotel.
It was a gauntlet.
By the end of the night, Kris was responding with one-word answers (typically “Totally!”) and leaning on Adam like he was a crutch. Adam, somehow, kept it together and answered for both of them. He tried to give Kris gentle nudged - going so far as to kiss Kris’s ear and whisper “Wake up!” when they were getting hugs from Paula - but Kriswas done.
“I just want to sleep,” Kris groaned as they trudged out to the black SUV that will take them back to the hotel.
Adam laughed and hiked Kris up by the ribs to half-carry him. They made it past the last of the flashes before Kris clamored into the backseat of the vehicle, closely followed by Adam. Kris decided to forgo his seatbelt and immediately slumped against the seat in exhaustion. As they pulled away from the theater, Kris shifted to lob his weight in Adam’s direction. He contently sighed when his face collided with Adam’s shoulder.
“That cannot be comfortable,” Adam said with a scoff, looking down at Kris, who had awkwardly bent himself across the seats.
Kris sleepy sputtered. “This is totally comfortable.”
“And you are totally not allowed to use that word anymore.”
“Totally.”
Adam shifted to brush a kiss against Kris’s forehead. Kris murmured and scooted his lower-half across the bench seating. Sighing, Adam draped an arm around Kris’s strong shoulders. Kris embraced Adam’s middle as he itched his face against Adam’s shirt.
“I’m getting make-up on you,” Kris mumbled.
“And very lucky for you, I didn’t pay for this shirt,” Adam replied.
They remained cuddled together in the backseat for the rest of the ride to the hotel. When they arrived, Adam and a bodyguard helped Kris land on two feet. Adam and Kris slung an arm around the each other’s backs and made their way inside. On the elevator, Kris huddled close and brushed the back of his hand against Adam’s. The simple, intimate gesture made Adam fluster. He gave Kris a sidelong look and Kris sleepily smiled.
“Nervous? I felt you shiver,” Kris whispered.
“Maybe I just caught a chill.”
“No,” Kris refuted with a shake of his head. “I know it was me.”
“That’s a little cocky to say, don’t you think?”
Kris snickered. “Totally.”
Adam shook his head. Kris was too cute for words when he was sleepy and surly, which was why Adam turned and immediately pulled him up into a kiss. Kris’s heavy eyelids went suddenly wide, but fluttered shut again as he went up on his toes. The kiss was sloppy and sent Adam falling back against the elevator wall. He caught Kris by the waist. Kris lifted himself up with a hold on the collar of Adam’s jacket.
A fleeting thought of worry spurred through Adam as he considered the possibility of being caught. These elevators had to have cameras. This was going to be on tape. Some security guard was going to see this and sell it to the tabloids for beaucoup bank.
Adam went stiff and glanced to the black globe at the ceiling of the opposite corner of where they stood.
“What’s wrong?,” Kris flubbed against Adam’s chin as the elevator comes to a halt.
“We’re probably being watched,” Adam pointed out as he untangled himself from Kris.
Kris frowned. “How are we being watched?,” he asked as they exited the elevator.
Adam shook his head. “Never mind,” he sighed. “Let’s just go to bed.”
“I don’t wanna go to my room,” Kris said, swaying on his feet.
Adam’s arm was around Kris, again. “You don’t have to. Soak it in because tomorrow is going to be nuts.”
Kris leaned against Adam as Adam slipped a keycard out of the inside-pocket of his jacket. As soon as they were in the room, Kris was toeing out of his shoes and tossing his blazer to the floor, making a trail to the bed. He threw himself down. Adam watched on as Kris made himself comfortable.
Shaking away horny thoughts, Adam was all sighs as he removed his boots and jacket. He hunted down a pair of pajama pants and unabashedly changed in front of the bed. Kris murmured in approval; Adam raised his brow.
“C’mere,” Kris rumbled. His voice was deep with lust and sleep. It made Adam’s gut tie up in knots.
Adam climbed onto the bed, knees first and tugged the blankets from beneath Kris. He covered them both as he climbed under. Kris sidled close and cupped Adam’s face; their thighs were flush. Adam laughed, trying to make light of how grabby Kris was being. Kris shushed him with a rough kiss that gave him stubble burn.
Adam’s lashes flutter as he tried to catch his breath. He gripped at the wrists on either side of his face and leveled a hard look at Kris. “You’re delirious.”
“Nope,” Kris grunted and licked his lips.
“You should sleep.”
“You told me to soak it in.”
Adam rolled his eyes in exasperation. “I didn’t tell you to dry hump me.”
“Don’t you like it?” Kris bit down on his lower lip and rolled his hips to thump against Adam’s abdomen.
“This is so romantic.”
“Totally.”
Adam let out something short of growl and rolled to pin Kris back against the bed. He straddled Kris. Kris grinned victoriously.
“I’m going to sit on you until you sleep,” Adam huffed.
Kris’s smile faltered. He then did some crazy move with his hips and legs, and Adam suddenly found himself smack on his back, with his head dangling off the end of the bed. The air of the room chilled the exposed skin of his arms. He shivered. Still dazed, he tried to sit up, but he flopped back down in defeat.
“What the fuck was that?,” Adam demanded with a slight whine in his voice.
“It’s my ninja move,” Kris said in triumph as he pulled Adam up into a seated position. “Are you okay?”
Adam shook his head to focus. “I think I need to lie down.”
“Sorry,” Kris said sheepishly as Adam moves back toward the pillows.
“No, I’m just tired.” Adam collapsed to the bed. “And we only have a couple hours. I don’t know where your energy came from, but I’m going to sleep.”
Kris muttered something under his breath. It was his turn to throw the covers over them both. He then slid down to rest his head on Adam’s chest, which calmed Adam. He loved the feel of Kris just lying there, rising and falling with each breath. He glanced to the clock next to the bed. Three and a half hours was all the time that they have left.
“We are so screwed,” Kris said suddenly. “There was a camera in the elevator, right? That’s what you meant by we were being watched?”
“Yes.”
“Dang it.”
“I know.”
Kris curled to Adam’s side and his fingers dug to find Adam’s to interlace them.
“Kris,” Adam said quietly. “You realize that tomorrow is going to suck, but I’m still going to love you, right?”
Adam felt Kris smile against his chest.
“Totally.”
After three hours, Adam woke up Kris and shoved him out of the room toward his own shower. Twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door. Adam rolled his eyes at himself in the mirror and threw on a robe. He was startled when he opened the door to find Tony, Kris’s bodyguard, standing on the threshold, looking stern.
“Take this,” Tony said before Adam can get out a word. Tony hands over the disc case, which Adam stared at dubiously.
“It’s the only remaining copy of a security feed from the elevators earlier this morning,” Tony explained.
Adam blinked in astonishment as color raised into his freckled cheeks. “Thank you. You just saved our asses.”
“It’s my job.”
“Right. But still, thank you.”
Tony slowly shook his head, there’s slight annoyance in his expression. “I’ve dealt with worse, but you need to be careful. This could be a career killer for both of you, as far as 19 is concerned.”
Adam’s brow furrowed. “I don’t really think that’s any of your business.”
“Yeah, well, I have to get your boy out of here for an interview. Just watch yourself.”
Adam smirked and his brow went high as he waved the disc case. “Oh,” he sighed as he backed into the room. “I plan to.”