Chapter 4

Then Adam touched his lips to mine in a

gentle kiss that stopped all thoughts of getting back to work. I

couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—I stared at his closed

eyelids and the soft corkscrews of hair on the top of his head for

a few heart-stopping moments before instinct kicked in and I shut

my eyes, my mouth parting beneath his as I leaned into the kiss.

For one delicious second his tongue licked into me, and then he

pulled away. “Friday,” he promised, pushing himself off the ground

before he helped me up, as well.

* * * *

The next day passed quickly, my mind full of

daydreams about what Friday might bring. Even going to work didn’t

dull my mood, and the carts of returns didn’t bother me as I looked

them over before clocking in. Then I noticed a stack of folded

paper beside the time clock, my name scribbled across the top page.

“What’s this?”

“New schedule,” one of my co-workers said as

she elbowed past me to clock out. “After the first week, some