BROKEN:A BULLY ROMANCE
he said, his face devoid of emotion.
"I'm sorry about my uncle; he can be overprotective at times," I said, smiling.
"I don't blame him, every guy wants to be me right now, you are quite beautiful," Adam said, and my cheeks flushed.
"Oh, hmm, thank you, you don't look too bad yourself," I said, trying to hide my embarrassment; I rarely get compliments in Anwood, so I wasn't used to it.
While he wasn't looking, I studied his appearance: his dress shirt was rolled up to his elbow, his forearms were exposed, his shirt was tucked into a pair of black dress pants, and he looked good, but not as good as Leo or Austin, my best friends.