Chapter 83

Adam shoved the bedding in a fit of temper: sheets, comforters, and pillows and threw everything to the floor. Kicking the mess until he ran out of breath, but it did little to appease him. The reality of what he had done and with whom filled him with nausea. Adam wanted to wipe every single trace of last night from his body, from his room, from his goddamn memory. He yanked on a pair of boxers, and now semi-dressed, felt more in control.