Chapter 8
Adam’s eyes fluttered open. It took him a split second to remember where he was. He absentmindedly threw his hand on the other side of the bed, Empty. The sheets were cold, as if Jojo hadn’t been there in a while. His heart panged. He threw his legs over the bed and scanned the floor. Once he found his underwear, he stood up, his knees wobbled for a moment, and his thighs tightened as if his muscles had gotten cold from a severe workout.
His gaze caught flip-flops he had worn at Jojo’s parent’s home, and he put them on. The immediate urge to use the bathroom came over him, and he stepped out into the hallway and ducked into the hall bath. He swigged some mouthwash that sat on the vanity as he took a leak. Once he was done, he briefly caught his reflection. His short-cropped hai
