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“Sam,” Adam straightens, but Sam doesn’t look offended at all. If anything, he looks amused. He also seems extra glowy today. Like his eyes are just a bit brighter, his face has more color, and his hair is perfectly windswept. Not to mention that aura of satisfaction that he oozes.

I hate him so much right now.

“How did it go?” Adam beats me to it by asking.

“Well,” he answers cagily.

I raise an eyebrow. “Well? That’s all you’re gonna say?”

“Yeah. What else am I supposed to say?”

I want to ask for details. I want him to tell me what she wore, how her hair looked, where he took her, what she said, the jokes that she laughed at, what she looked like when her face was turned up to the sunset…

Okay, now it’s starting to seem like an obsession, but I swear it’s not. It’s just a very normal curiosity I have toward the woman my best friend went on a date with.

The woman that I should be going on a date with too, next weekend.

But first it's Adam's turn. I drew the short straw, which means my date is all the way at the end of the week.

Fuck.

"Just tell us more," I say out of curiosity. "What was it like?"

Instead of answering, he looks up at the arc. "It’s crooked."

I want to tear my hair out as Adam gives me a told you so look

Sam doesn’t share anything else for the rest of the day, no matter how much I torment him. I can't get under his skin as easily as I used to, either. He's just a little too happy as a clam.

I’m tempted to kick his ass like they did back in high school.

"You ungrateful bastard,” I tell him. "After how much I’ve done for you." If not for me, he would probably still be friendless and morose, completely without charm.

He smirks. "Don't worry. You'll get your turn."

27

CHELSEA

I’m nervous for my next date, even more than I was for the last.

Out of all the men, Adam is the biggest mystery to me, the one I can’t completely figure out. The one that makes me the most nervous. I mean, I know Jake is a flirt, and Sam is a sweetheart, but Adam...he didn't seem interested in any of this before, and now he wants to take me out on a date?

It's like a one-eighty, and I'm not exactly sure why it happened.

I mean, he didn’t seem opposed to sleeping with me, and he clearly likes it and wants to do it again, but he doesn’t have to date me for that.

Also, I did notice he was the last one to respond about wanting to be a father. He’s the one I know the least about.

So this date is more about scoping him out than anything. Unlike with Sam, I don't expect an instant connection or flirtatious banter. I expect it to be a little awkward, but hopefully enlightening by the end, and if anything, we can just agree to be friends. Besides, I'm pretty sure I have feelings for Sam anyway, and he'll be the most obvious choice.

However, when I open the door, and Adam stands there looking dashing, it’s a little hard to remember that. It’s hard to swallow past the knot that suddenly forms in my throat.

The rugged masculinity oozes out of him, and he looks like he just stepped out of a GQ shoot. Even though he's just wearing a button-up and jeans, they look expensive.

They're not as color-coordinated as Sam's outfit, but that's because Adam isn't a color-coordinated guy. He's more salt of the earth, a raw, beautiful man who doesn't have to work hard at it, because he has an effortless charm.

Although I can still tell he put in effort, especially given the flowers he draws forward. They're lilies, not the classic roses.