Jenna's P.O.V.
Adam sipped from his coffee, and probably unaware of himself, a low moan of satisfaction came out of his throat. It made me wish that I was the one pulling those sounds out of him instead of the hot drink in his hands. But right now, while we were in a pretty safe place, I knew it was the right time to talk to him, really talk to him.
“OK.” I sighed, shoving my own coffee out in front of me.
“If we are going to do this, working together, I mean, there are a few things you should know,” I told him, already feeling a lump forming in my throat.
“Are you an alien?” He asked me, his eyes wide and filled with humor.
“Hardy har har… No, but that time when we went for coffee and we had that fight… I guess when I saw you that time, I was a bit starstruck. I was in fact… shy arou
