Adam Sandler Fits Novels & Stories

“Or maybe you could join me for lunch sometime, outside the studio. So we don’t have just the movie between us.” I didn’t hate the idea. I was only worried that he might get the wrong message from it. Adams was a man who looked like he stepped out of the cover of a magazine with his deep blue eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled, his face was a masterwork of subtle angles that made you want to stare at him for ages. Adams had a lean build that went perfectly with the rest of his features. And did I mention those eyes? All those features combined made him the panty dropper that he was. He really was a good looking man, with a stunning personality. But apparently my type was Mr McB

His finger fastened its phase, making my mouth open a bit. “Really? She wore a swimsuit, sweetheart?” There’s a hint of arrogance in Adam’s voice.

Descending from the stairs, I scan the room, mom is with Amanda laughing over something she said. But my gaze is looking for a certain someone.. Adam. Just when I was about to give up my eyes fell on him. Quickly I took in his appearance as he stood tall looking like a snack. Like those models in a magazine. He is wearing a black chinos pants with a white shirt not buttoned up completely, exposing part of his chest. He must love white shirts so much and it suits him too. His suit is hung on his right arm, with his long sleeve shirt folded up stopping at the lower part of his elbow adding a dangerous feel to his look.

I went toward the kitchen for a glass of water. And there he was. Adam stood at the sink, shirtless, back to me, rinsing a plate under the faucet. Water droplets clung to the silver streaks in his dark hair. His shoulders were broad, tanned, muscled in that effortless way men get when they actually work out instead of just talking about it. He wore low-slung gray swim trunks that did nothing to hide the cut of his hips or the deep V disappearing beneath the waistband. He turned off the tap. Turned around.