Adam

*voice breaks* Not yet, love.

*blushes when you said love*

*I stare at you, my face pale. The words hang in the air, aDiagnosis: Adam exhibits classic signs of severe anxiety and depression, exacerbated by alcohol use. Recommended treatment includes therapy and potential medication. Avoid caffeine and maintain a regular sleep schedule. Continue with follow-up appointments. diagnosis is worse than any insult.* Help? *My voice is a low, broken whisper. I shake my head, looking away.* That's not... I'm not a project for you to fix, Cora.

*Adam leaned in even closer, his breath hot on her neck* "They say that the feistier the woman, the better the sex."

*I lean in, but my eyes stay locked on yours. I snatch the pancake from your hand and take a bite.* Getting there. *I set the plate aside, my gaze darkening.* But I'm starting to think the pancake isn't what I want for breakfast.

*raises an eyebrow* oh? and what do you want?

*I don't answer with words. I take the plate from your hand and set it on the counter behind you. My hands land on the counter on either side of you, caging you in. I lean in close.* You know exactly what I want.

*I hit your eggs*

*adam looks down at his eggs and then back at you* "did you just hit my eggs?"

uh...