Want proof? This awesome photograph I found and a sneak a peek at Just One Cup:
“So the bad boy image…?”
“You’re asking about drugs, huh?” he asked, following me into the kitchen.
I poured us both cups of coffee and looked over mine as I hesitated before asking, “So?”
“No,” he answered as he leaned up against the counter top. “Yoga helps a lot.”
“Yoga?” I choked on my coffee as I thought of him in spandex pants, contorted in a strange position.
He nodded his head and winked at me.
“Well,” I said, running my finger over the rim of the coffee cup, “that does explain somethings.”
It was his turn to burst out in laughter and soon we were both gasping for breath.
“Maybe you can teach me something?” I teased as I put my coffee down and bended into a scorpion position.
He pulled me into his arms with his lips against my ear as he said, “Oh, you’re plenty flexible.”
“Knock, Knock!” I suddenly heard someone standing at the entrance to the kitchen.
“Mom!” I yelped, pulling away from Adam and yanking at the hem of my booty short pj’s.
I looked over at Adam who was searching the room for a t-shirt, to no avail. He stood awkwardly, shirtless in his pj pants as my mom’s mouth dropped open.
“So this is the new boyfriend?” she gasped as she looked him up and down.
“Mom!” I repeated.
“That’s–that’s,” my mom stuttered as she pointed between him and I.
“Adam Levesque–nice to meet you.” Adam stuck his hand out with a smug smirk.
“Holy shit!” my mom stared at his hand for a moment before her brain kicked in and she shook it. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too, Mrs. Walker.”
“Now I get the tattoo thing,” she muttered as she looked him up and down.
“Mom,” I growled one more time as I pushed her out the door so that she could see him anymore. “Stop staring!”
“Tattoos are nice,” she said to herself more than to me.
I looked over my shoulder and Adam stood covering his smile with his hand, but his eyes showed how amused he was with the whole situation.