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He nodded.
“Okay, then I’m sorry, Adam, I shouldn’t have touched you inappropriately.”
“Thank you.” He took a second before he added. “I’m sorry too.”
“Why?”
“For touching you in your sleep.”
“Wait,what?” Confusion filled me. “What are you talking about?”
Adam placed his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his feet. “Last night you cuddled up against me, moaning my name.”
“I didn’t,” I exclaimed.
“Oh yeah, you did, and I might have let my hand wander a bit. But only for a few seconds,” he said.
I was speechless and not sure what the appropriate response was.
“I told you sharing a bed was a bad idea,” he muttered and headed to the kitchen.
“You made me feel really stupid and then you’re telling me you did it too.” My voice was raised in volume and I got up to follow him.
“Don’t yell at me,” he said, annoyed.
“I’ll yell as much as I want to.”
“Quit the drama, will you?”
I was so mad at him that I poked his chest. “I’m an actress; we’re a dramatic bunch, so deal with it.”
Adam’s chest rose and fell but he said nothing when he turned his back to me.
“Youwilllook at me when I speak to you,” I demanded.
He turned and gave me a chilly glance of contempt. “Speaking? What you’re doing is called yelling, and just because you love drama doesn’t mean I have to stay and watch the performance.”
My anger exploded in my head. Fighting I could do. Niko and I had practiced this game for two years and I had my arsenal ready. “Do you realize how many people would happily swap places with you? I have millions of fans and followers that would die to sleep next to me. What do you have,medicine man?”
Before I ended my sentence, he was standing close to me with a grim expression on his face and eyes shooting arrows. “The number of followers you have doesn't make you more important.”
“Yeah, it kinda does,” I said and stood my ground in front of him, my head tilted back to meet his eyes.
“You’re a naïve fool, Chloe. Having followers doesn’t make you a good person. Hitler had millions of followers.”
“Not on Twitter, he didn’t…” I shouted after Adam who walked out of the cabin with a shaking head.
Fuck!
I had my head bowed and my hands in my hair, when Nigel came in. “Is it safe to come inside now?”
I shrugged in reply.
“I figured you wanted some privacy to shout it out.”
“Thank you,” I muttered without meeting his eyes.
When Adam returned, he and Nigel small-talked about the advantages of an outside toilet and the ample ventilation that it offered.
