Chapter 2

“SOPHIE!”

“Wh-what?”

“Jeez…I only said your name twelve times. Thinking about him again?” Maria winked seductively.

“Oh, shut up…”

“You were, weren’t you!”

“Yeah. So what? It’s not like it matters.”

“Still haven’t talked to him, huh?”

Sophie shook her head. It had been over a year since the last time she had spoken with Adam.

“I’m sorry, hun. Look…I know it’s easier said than done, but just forget that jerk. I mean, what kind of asshole doesn’t even say goodbye?”

“Yeah….”

“Sophie…”
< br>“No, you’re right, completely. He’s a creep. I can’t believe I let him get to me….It was just supposed to be a fling, you know? He was hot, he was only in town for a few days….” That wasn't entirely true...She had really liked Adam.

“Well, at least you got some awesome chubby sex!”

Sophie rolled her eyes. Maria was her best friend and the only one who knew about her fetish. Even if she didn’t get it, she was completely supportive. She pointed out every fatty within a five-mile radius.

“Yeah. The sex was….Mmm.” She smiled, remembering the night she had spent with him. He had been so stuffed…

“Whoa, don’t cum in public!” Maria had no filter. Sophie was brought back to the conversation…and her melancholy.

“God, what is wrong with me? It’s not like he’s even that great…he was way cuter on TV.” Okay, so that part wasn’t true, either….

“Honey, I’m not even into to chubsters and I would have slept with him. He’s a hottie-hot-hottie!”

“Ha! Alright…fair enough. But still! Ugh!”

“Just let it run its course, love. ‘This too shall pass,’ and all that crap, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Aren’t you going to answer that?”

Sophie’s phone had been ringing for about fifteen seconds.

“Nah. I don’t recognize the number. If it’s important, they’ll leave a message.” She ignored the call, but within seconds the phone was ringing again.

“What’s your rule about calling back immediately? ‘Must be important,’ yes?”

“Smartass…. Fine. Hello?”

“Is this Sophie?”

“Yes-”

“From Georgetown?”

“Um, yes, yes. To whom am I speaking?” She returned Maria’s confused look with equal bewilderment.

“So you’re the bitch.”

“Er…I’m sorry?”

“Stay away from my boyfriend, you got that?”

“Look, I have no idea-”

“Adam. Adam Richman. You slept with him, or did you forget, you slut? Honestly, I don’t care. But he hasn’t forgotten about you. Constantly talks about you in his sleep, and I’ve had enough. You leave him the fuck alone, got it?”

“I-”

“Good.” Click.

Maria put into words the expression on Sophie’s face.

“What the fuck was that about?”

Sophie shrugged, still completely dumbfounded, and explained the conversation.

“And then she was like, ‘You leave him the fuck-’”

“Wait, wait. You’re missing the point.”

“Sorry?”

“He’s been talking about you. In. His. Sleep.”

“Yeah, but…”

“Sophie! In. His. Sleep. That means he hasn’t stopped thinking about you, either!”

“Wait, aren’t you supposed to be talking sense into me? Like, ‘Sophie, calm down. Just because he’s talked about you in his sleep….he’s got a girlfriend. He’s an asshole. You should hate him.’ You know, normal best friend shit?”

Maria gave her an I-told-you-so look.

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“Who was that?”

“What?”

“On the phone. Who were you talking to?”

“Oh, no one honey.” Melissa curled up next to Adam on the couch and rested her head against his shoulder, rubbing a finger up and down his sternum.

“Okay…” Melissa seemed a little out there, but she was hot. He’d met her that morning at a coffee kiosk in Chelsea, and she’d invited him up.

He picked up the remote and flicked through the channels, trying to appear nonchalant. It was clear what she wanted, and he, though all too ready to oblige her, was trying to make it look like she was the only one thinking it. She began to kiss up and down his neck slowly, running her tongue sensually along his skin. He changed the channel again, though he was starting to feel some heat bellow-decks. She pushed harder, moving up to his ear lobe and nibbling gently. Her hand moved down his chest to his stomach, coming to rest on his upper thighs. He let out a quiet moan. She had him.

She took the remote from his hand, flicked off the television, and tossed it behind the couch, all the while, straddling his lap. She pressed her lips to his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. He kissed her back, putting his hands around her tiny waist and pulling his feet up onto the couch, laying her down on top of him. She ran her fingers through his hair and deepened the kiss. He was getting turned on and she could feel it. She pressed her thigh gently onto his groin and began rocking back and forth against him, ever so slowly, torturing him. His breathing was becoming ragged, and little moans escaped his lips between her kisses. She put her knees on either side of his legs and sat up on them, unbuttoning her blouse one itty-bitty button at a time, her buxom breasts peeking out subtly. Adam was so hard it hurt. It was all he had to not flip her on her back and take her right there. She knew the control she had over him and she used it to her advantage, easing the blouse off of her sunkissed shoulders agonizingly slowly. She lowered herself onto him again, resting her chest against his face and moving herself slowly downward until her lips met his again….

It was going to be a good day.

"Oh, Sophie..."

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

Melissa stopped cold.

"Melissa...I..."

She sat back on her haunches.

"So Sophie...She your ex or something?"

"Er..."

"That's pathetic, Adam. You do know that?"

He sighed and nodded. Especially since he hadn't seen her since that night...

"Look, Melissa-"

"Save it, Richman." She put a finger to his lips and slipped her other hand under his waistband.