(Re)learning How To Fly, One Day at a Time: Day Eight Part TwoMature

DAY EIGHT PART TWO:

Naomi:


"Then don't."  He said quietly, almost a whisper. 

I acted on impulse and stepped foward to hug him.  Adam was a good ten inches taller than me, so he actually had to lean down to set his chin on the top of my head.

"How are we going to do this?"  I whispered solemnly.

"I don't know.  Let's go, my dad is waiting."  He whispered in response, and released me from his embrace.  I lifted my bag up off the floor next to the door, and started to walk out of the apartment, but I noticed that he didn't even start to follow me. 

"Come on, Adam."  I said gently, sounding more concerned than impatient. 

He followed me down the hallway and into the elevator silently, his eyebrows slightly pulled down in the center in frustration, or possibly concentration.

"Adam?"  I said, for he had remained silent even 'til after the elevator's doors were closed and the button for the ground floor was pressed. 

He looked up at me, his hazel eyes wild with some unknown emotion. 

"Adam, wha--?!" I would have finished my sentence, but he had pressed his lips feverishly to mine.  We stayed like that for one floor, then another. 

"Adam."  I gasped.

"We have to find a way to do this, Naomi.  We have to." 

"Yeah."  I bit my lip....

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