Adam’s P.O.V.
Holy hell…
Holy f*****g hell…
I was still trying my best to wrap my head around everything that had just happened. Now, honestly, I had been walking around with a pole in my pants ever since Jenna had opened up her hotel room door and I had been rewarded by the sight of Jenna in a little black dress that showed off her legs for days and every other perfect curve that her body had been made of.
I had once again been amazed, by how effortlessly our date had gone, how easy conversation came between us, and how amazing this girl was able to make me feel. And still, I had wanted to be a perfect gentleman with her. If she had given me any sign that she wasn’t ready, or that she wanted to wait and take things slow between us, I might have died from blue balls in the process, bu
