“Jared's a cool guy,” Monica uttered, praying Adam would listen to them and wouldn't leave. They all needed him.

“Yeah.” He huffed and approached one of the cars, sitting on its hood. He sighed.

She followed him and put her hands on his hair, pulling his face towards her.

“I'm proud of you,” she murmured, their foreheads touching.

Adam snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, inhaling her scent.

“I'm proud of you,” he said, snuggling into her shoulder. “If it weren't for you, I don't know...”

Her heart quickened. “Then why don't you stay with me?” Monica bit her lip, her fear and longing moving to...