Me:You don't have to come if you're tired. I mean it.
Him:I'm never too tired to come.
I have to quickly cover my mouth before I end up giggling out loud.
"Oh my gosh."
I nearly jump out of my skin at hearing a sudden gushing tone next to my ear, and I groan when Io pinches my cheek like she used to do when I was still a little kid in pigtails.
"Being in love totally suits you, sis."
Ewww.
Her words make me realize I've been wearing this stupidly cheesy grin while texting with Adam, and although I get rid of it right away, I know it's too late, and my sister's words have Daria squealing yet again while my friends snicker anew and Nik curls his lip in disapproval.
Although all of us have come to the marina's clubhouse to celebrate Io's homecoming, dinner so far has been a torture fest on my part, with the girls teasing me endlessly about how much I've changed ever since becoming Adam Al-Masri's girlfriend.
Hihihi.
I mean,hmph.
It's almost ten in the evening when I get another text from Adam, and I finally have an excuse to escape and wait for my beautiful sheikh-slash-doctor at the lobby.
A few minutes pass before I see a familiar vehicle come up the driveway, and it finally solves one of the many questions I've had about him.
I used to wonder what kind of car a man like Adam Al-Masri would drive, and the answer to this?
An SUV...byLamborghini!
I know, right?
His Lambo SUV is a combination of functionality and sexiness, wealth and power...just like its owner. Honestly, I didn't even know something like it existed, but his choice makes perfect sense the moment I see it cruising into view.
Adam steps out of his SUV, and just about every woman in the lobby stops what they're doing to stare. I kinda feel sorry that he's required to ditch his white coat, but since Adam in a tux is also a drop-dead gorgeous sight, I still end up struggling to keep my reactions in check.
Do. Not. Drool.
Adam and I went on a beach date just last week, and the sight of him in board shorts actually had a woman gaping so hard at him she didn't even seem to realize she had saliva dripping down the corner of her mouth.
It might've been an amusing sight for some, but it was terrifying for me since I find my beautiful doctor totally droolworthy as well. If it can happen to her, it can happen to me, too, you know?
Adam finally reaches my side, and my heart skips a beat at the way he gently brushes his lips over mine in greeting.
"I'm sorry I'm late, little thorn."
His endearment is still quite the mind fuck. I really don't get why he'd think calling me a thorn is some kind of compliment, but whatever. It sounds like one anyway, and it's all thanks to his accent, which I now know is a mixture of French and Huznan (another mystery solved,yeah boy).
Even though we've been going out for a couple of months now, I still can't get enough of his accent, and just hearing him speak has me smiling up at him rather dreamily. "It's fine."
Since I haven't seen him for a week, absence has definitely made the heart grow fonder, and just looking at him makes my heart pound like crazy...even as I'm tempted to pinch myself to make sure this is all real.
Now that I know who my Dr. Somebody is in real life, it's become harder to believe that a man like him has fallen in love with me. Not only is Adam one of the world's most successful and hottest surgeonsever, but he's also a sheikh who's directly related to the royal family of Huzna. He can have anyone in the world, and yet—-
Adam slowly pulls me close, and butterflies flutter away in my stomach.
"I missed you."
My heart just melts at the words. "Thank you."