I pushed him away. “You? You’re going to take pictures of me!”
Adam pushed his lips out in a cocky gesture before rolling his shoulders. “I’ve taken some gorgeous pictures of you before.”
We were at his front door, but he held one finger up for to wait a minute as he disappeared back into his bedroom. He came back out with a picture frame and handed it to me.
My breath came out in a whoosh as I looked at a picture of me backlit by the setting sun, head in my hand as I laughed. I was stunned because I knew that it was recent photograph because of my hair cut.
“When…when did you take that?” I asked looking up at him.
He was standing only inches away from me, and his hand went up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. His hand rested stayed there, thumb stroking my chin.
“I’ve got more pictures of you than I can count…but this is one of my favorites. I took it at that family dinner you dragged me to for your dad’s birthday,” he explained.
Adam’s eyes washed over my face, and the heat of his hand holding my face made me light headed. Adam’s eyes moved to my lips and he swallowed.
“River,” he whispered.
The door burst open, throwing me into Adam’s arms and making us tumble over the side table onto the couch, and then I fall off Adam despite his arms grabbing for me. My head slammed against the coffee table, and I moaned as I finally hit the ground.
“Shit!” Bobby yelled as I started sobbing uncontrollably part from shock and part from pain.
Adam pulled me into his arms and rocked me back and forth, yelling at Bobby, “What the fuck is wrong with you lately?”
“I knew I was late—I was rushing!” Bobby explained, his hunkering frame filling me view as he leaned down. “I’m sorry Riv, I really am!”
I shook my head, feeling the warm liquid dripping from the corner of my eye.
“I—I…I think I’m bleeding,” I managed to hiccup, my head pounding.
Adam pulled me to face him, gently touching my left temple. “Come on, let’s go to the bathroom. I’ll get you cleaned up.”
“I can help—“ Bobby began.
“You’ve done enough!” Adam replied, leading me away and shaking his hand at his brother to stay put.
I lifted my hand to my forehead and Adam grabbed it.
“No, don’t. You’ll pass out if you see the blood,” Adam reminded me as he guided me into the bathroom.
He sat me on the toilet and grabbed a wash cloth. Adam dampened it with warm water before touching it to my temple.
“When did you need those pictures by?”
I tried not to cry at the thought. “Yesterday really; tomorrow at the latest. I know he’s your brother, but he’s got a head like a god damned brick.”
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