Chapter 58. Do Not Be Afraid

POV Megan

I wasn’t exactly small, but with him next to me, it was like I was. Fucking tiny. Even as I turned on my side, I could feel Adam’s skin against mine, his arm against my arm. I turned onto my side, but that meant my ass would rub against his arm. I didn’t want that. Of course, if I turned to the other side, my breasts would rub against him, and my face would be inches from his. I didn’t want that, either. I rolled onto my back again, staring at the ceiling.

“Do you want to talk, Megan?” Adam’s voice was ultra” low, so low I could barely hear it over the distant roar of another movie downstairs and the hum of a conversation.

He was deliberately trying to keep our conversation quiet so that the others couldn’t hear what we were talking about. I looked at him on my bed, and as I did, he turned on his side, facing me. His scent overwhelmed my nostrils. God, he smelled good. God, I was s