Just His Type (Part One) by Victoria June

time soon. I'd been happy to see bedtime arrive, to watch as Mom made up the sofa in the front room for Adam before shooing the rest of us upstairs. It meant I only had to force myself to get a few hours sleep and survive breakfast before Adam and I escaped again to the city.
     
    But I couldn't sleep. The rain beat relentlessly against the sloped ceiling just above my head and the sounds of the old farmhouse in the dead of night were familiar yet alien at the same time. It wasn't my bed I was sleeping in and sleep didn't come easy.
     
    1:52 . I glared at the alarm clock beside me and sighed, rolling on to my back in hopes of finding a more comfortable position. Two minutes crawled by before I gave up, sat upright, and slipped from the bed. I told myself I was just going to check on Adam, to see if he was able to sleep comfortably in a strange place. I was just being a courteous hostess.
     
    It amazed me how easily creeping through my parents' house in the dark came back to me. I avoided every creaky floor board and trick step in my descent to the first floor as effortlessly as I had in my teenage years. Adam was bunking on the sofa in the front room but it was too dark to tell if he was awake when I stood in the doorway. I took several steps closer to the blanket covered lump on the sofa.
     
    "Lilly," Adam chided quietly. "What are you doing?"
     
    I jumped at the deep timbre of his voice and tried my hardest not to laugh. "Checking on you. I wanted to know if you were asleep."
     
    Adam laughed lowly. "I guess not, huh?"
     
    I laughed along with him. "It's weird, isn't it? Sleeping in someone else's house."
     
    "A little," Adam admitted. "Come here."
     
    I hesitated, able to see Adam's outstretched hand as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. "That's probably not a good idea," I said in a whisper. "My parents are right upstairs and..."
     
    "I'm not going to jump you," Adam promised good-naturedly. "I thought we could talk."
     
    Talk. That sounded promising. The long list of questions which I'd been compiling over the course of the day came back to me with a rush. There was a lot I didn't know about Adam.
     
    I took a few steps towards Adam and let him take my hand and pull me down onto the couch until I was spooned with my back against him. Beneath the blankets his chest was bare and the thin fabric of his boxers did little to shield me from the hard heat of his body and if I nestled into the welcoming warmth of him with a little too much enthusiasm it was purely accidental.
     
    Adam grabbed my hip and stilled my movements. "Lilly," he murmured in my ear. "Lie still. You're going to cause trouble if you keep that up."
     
    I laughed and tried to keep perfectly immobile, but it was difficult to resist the urge to melt into him. Adam snaked one tattooed arm around my waist, smoothed down my hair with the other, and rested his chin against the top of my head. We fit together perfectly.
     
    "What did you want to talk about?" I asked over the frantic beating of my heart.
     
    "Well, I thought perhaps we could get to know each other a little," Adam suggested.
     
    He had a point. It had been a whirlwind 48 hours together and there had been little time for talking between us. "Okay," I agreed with a smile into the darkness. "What do you want to know?"
     
    Adam paused and although my back was to him I could perfectly picture the look of silent concentration on his handsome face. "What's your favorite color?" he asked after a time.
     
    I giggled. "That's your most pressing question about me? What's my favorite color?"
     
    Adam tightened his grip around my waist and laughed against my hair. "I'm working my way up to the more important stuff, bear with me."
     
    I nodded. "Green," I replied, thinking of the seemingly endless stretches of verdant rolling hills I'd been surrounded by as a child. "What's yours?"
     
    "Blue," Adam responded quickly. "Like the ocean this afternoon."
     
    "My turn?" I asked. Adam nodded. "What's