PRIMAL
"I'm not even hungry."
"You've got an hour to get ready," Adam said, leaving my side.
I sat up and watched him as he walked around the bed, pulling his shirt over his head and setting a water bottle on the side table.
He was sweaty and looked like he'd been for a run.
It was the beginning of his one hundred days, and if he kept his shirt off, it wouldn't take one hundred days for me to take a liking to him.
"What time is it?" I asked.