Becca
I was screwed. There was no doubt about it. When it came to Adrian, every bit of common sense went straight out the window the moment he was near me. I was doing and acting so out of character whenever it came to him that I wasn’t sure who I was anymore.
If that stupid ottoman had not been right behind me last night, he would never have known that I was listening in the first place. It was wrong, I know, but I just couldn’t help myself from pressing my ear to the wall when he first entered the room next to mine. I had no idea that he was going to do that, but once he started, there was no going back as my ear was glued to the wall.
My body was on fire as I listened. I could hear it in his breathing that he was close and as he came apparently, I had taken a small step back when my
