Or was it the way he accepted me for every bump, wound and scar? These are just a few of the questions that have run through my mind since day one of meeting Adam Lomax. Next to me is the 6 foot 2 inch model of a guy, and I feel the back of his hand brush against the nape of my neck as he shifts my long, fiery red hair. I dispel the unanswered questions; why should I worry and wonder about such things, when all that matters is, he is here? He wants me and loves me. Even though he's not in my line of sight, as I lay my cheek against the soft cotton pillow, I sense everything about him around me. He delicately runs his fingers down the length of my spine, and the connection of bare skin upon bare skin causes an electrical current to shoot straight down to the centre of me. I release a low moan, as I curl further into a foetal position, so as to expose more of my naked back to him. No words are spoken; the only sound to be heard is Adam breathing slowly, which increases in volume as he leans in to nip at my ear.
