"Mother fucker." I mumble under my breath.
"What?"
I look at Adam as I tuck my phone away.
"Mh?"
"I still have this good girl image of you stuck in my head. Hearing you cuss is a bit strange to me."
"You'll get used to that. If you're planning on sticking around that is."
"Oh, he's going to stick around. I can bet on that." Gen says with a smirk.
"What makes you think that I have intentions of sticking around?" Adam asks, disinterested, as he props his arm over the headrest behind me. I quickly lean forward to keep my head from resting on his hand.
He doesn't react. I doubt that he even notices.
Gen turns to look at him.
"I know you better than everyone else here. You're going to stick around. We both know that."
Adam snorts.
"I don't see a reason to stick around."
Ouch
