CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
ADAM’S POV
I love the way little things are good enough to paint the brightest of smiles on her face. Right now, she is staring at a drawing book with a cute little cover and I have no idea what came over me. I reach for my phone, turning the camera on and take a snap of her before she can say anything. She looks up surprised but clearly unaware I’ve taken a picture of her.
“What was that?” She questions.
“Nothing,” I shrug, setting the photo as my wallpaper.
She ignores me and asks the cashier to wrap up the drawing book. As I pay for it, she shifts awkwardly and I realize she is still a little shy with me. That prompts me to reach over and wrap my hands around her waist. Is it weird I love the scent of lavender on her?
She squeals as a result, pushing my hands a
