29. Amazing

The next night he took me to a comedy club. I think comedy clubs are the perfect first or second date because you can tell a lot about a guy based on what he finds amusing. If he’s offended by obscene jokes, it’s not going to work out. If he blushes at the dirty jokes, it’s not going to work out. If he’s the only one to double over in a fit of laughter after what you would consider the world’s least funny joke, it sure as hell isn’t going to work out.
But Addam passed the test. He laughed at all the right jokes. I was addicted to his laugh. I almost wanted to stifle all of my laughs, just so I could listen to his. But by the end of the show, we were both in tears.
I was so happy, it was ridiculous. Usually if a guy wanted to hang out every day, it would be a major red flag. But he wasn't ashamed to let me know he wanted to spend time with me, which was handy, because lord knows I wanted to spend time with him. The next night I convinced him to bring his Guitar Hero over because I hadn't played in such a long time. He was afraid I'd think he was a huge dork for bringing a video game, even though I asked for it. So I had to beg, and finally he caved. He kicked my ass in Guitar Hero. I wanted to watch his fingers dance along the plastic keys instead of focusing on what buttons I was supposed to be pushing. I was hypnotized. This also resulted in me looking like a huge Guitar Hero failure.
After we played, I remember he was sitting in the couch and I was sitting on his lap, facing him with my knees on either side of his hips. We were talking about something random when a piece of hair got stuck in my mouth. I went to reach for it with my right hand and he grabbed my wrist. So I tried to reach for it with my other hand, and he grabbed that one, too. He was cracking up as I tried to think of other ways to free the strand from my mouth. I tried using my lips and then trying to blow it off. No luck. Then I tried using my hands again and he'd let my hand get so close, and then pull it away last minute. We were cracking up as I struggled to think of any way to get the hair off my tongue. It was driving me insane. Then I tried to rub my face against his chest in hopes brushing the hair away, but he managed to dodge that, too. This went on for a good 10 minutes, both of us laughing so hard I was afraid we'd wake Stephanie. These are the kinds of things Addam and I did. I didn't care if we were out at a comedy club or just sitting at my place shooting the shit, I was just happy to be around him.
Usually we'd end up in my room so we wouldn't wake Steph with our late-night chats and laughter. That was one of the problems with Addam and I: We had completely opposite schedules. His only days off were Monday and Tuesday. Some days he had to be at work at 6 am, other days he worked the night shift. So sometimes he wouldn't get to come over until 10:30 pm, and I had to get up for work in the morning. I didn't mind losing sleep, but he always felt bad about it. I'd invite him to sleep over, just so he wouldn't have to be out on the roads so late at night, but he'd refuse, saying he didn't want me to lose any more sleep, so he'd kiss me goodnight and leave by 2 am.
I remember the first time we did more than kiss. We were laying on his couch watching Planet of the Apes. I was on my back, he was on his side with his arm draped across me. We started kissing, and his hand slid up my stomach, but on top of my shirt.
"Whoa, you have huge boobs."
He said it like he'd just discovered a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Finally, he noticed I had boobs. He was so modest and respectful, he was always careful not to move too fast or make me feel pressured. Well, I was two seconds away from shoving his hand up my shirt before he finally said that.
"Thanks. I grew them myself!" I said with a laugh, because what else are you supposed to say in that situation?
His hand slid under my shirt.
"Is this OK?" He asked, keeping his hand on my stomach.
I nodded. It was more than OK. I'd been dying to do more than kiss him every night we'd been together. But, again, just like with Brady, karma was coming back to bite me in the ungroped ass. I realized from then on out I was destined to only date prude guys.
He kissed me harder as he let his fingers trail over my bra. His other hand slid to the back of my neck, and then up into the back of my hair. He gathered my hair in his hand and pulled back on it as he kissed me. Shit. He found my weakness.
I pulled away.
"Umm, I have to go," I said with a shaky voice.
"You can stay, if you want to." He said as he kissed me again and tangled my hair into his fist. Oh man, did I want to stay. Every cell in my body wanted to stay. But I knew this wouldn't lead anywhere but second base, and I couldn't handle the torture.
"You know I'd love to, but I have to get up early. I should go."
"If you say so," he said with a smile. He knew he was teasing me. Jerk.
He walked me to the door and then backed me up against the wall to kiss me again. I let him. I couldn't resist an Addam kiss. But then I forced myself out the door and into my car.
I locked the car door once I was inside so I wouldn't be tempted to crawl back out, back into his arms.
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The first night he slept over at my place, I was lying on my side and he was spooned behind me. I was almost asleep when he whispered, "Whitney?"
"Hmm?" was what I was going for, but it probably sounded more like a snort-gasp because his voice caused a mini falling dream.
Then he held me tighter and whispered, "You're amazing."