Adam

The way to Monica’s home was quiet and awkward, and Adam knew it was his fault. But he was so pissed off at himself that he couldn’t stop himself from blowing up. Anger was his best friend and the only thing that held him on his feet.

That and…

Monica.

He glanced at her and clenched his jaw at her tight expression. He’d again made her nervous. But what could he do? That was him now, and he hated himself to the marrow of his bones.

Entering her apartment, Monica bolted to the fridge, not even taking her shoes off, and opened it. He could hear the way her...