About 15 minutes later, Adam comes back looking like he’s in the midst of shooting a Pantene commercial. Or whatever manly shampoo they advertise these days.
I was grateful that I was finishing up explaining to Alistair about the new material I found that might be suitable for the wipers, and where I was thinking of procuring it. And thank goodness for Alistair taking notes, because one glance at the freshly showered and divinely smelling Adam and all I can think about is how I would like for our relationship to be real. The sad part is that I’ve become a little too invested and wishful of things I could never have.
“Lily, let me know when you are done and I’ll drive you back home.”
Unable to utter another word, Alistair answers for me at the same time as he shuts the lid of his laptop
