Emily's POV

“The food was nice.” I commented.

Not only was the food nice, but also the view of him working the kitchen, clothless.

“I'm happy you like it.” He said blandly.

“You don't look too happy.” I observed.

The energy he had in the house was totally different from the Adrian

“Don't mind me. I'm alright, I hope you're okay?” He asked, deflecting.

“Matter of fact, I am okay, and I know when someone's not” I stood my ground.

I needed to know what was wrong.

As the Little Miss Perfection that I am, I could not live with myself knowing that I'd pissed my date off.

“Nothing big,...