My Book Boyfriend #25

My Book Boyfriend is hosted by the awesome blogger Missie at The Unread Reader.   What is My Book Boyfriend you might ask.  Well it is a weekly meme where we talk about a literary crush including stats, a picture of what you imagine he looks like and some quotes from him that make you swoon.  If you are interested in participating please check out Missie blog The Unread Reader.

This week's picks is:

Adam 

from If I Stay and Where She Went by Gayle Forman

Adam is a singer, song writer, guitar playing, gorgeous guy.  He is intense and flawed but has a beautiful soul.

Adam lay down on my bed, stretching his arms above his head. His whole face was grinning-- eyes, nose, mouth.
"Play me," he said.
"What?"
"I want you to play me like a cello."
I started to protest that this made no sense, but then I realized it made perfect sense. I went to my closet and grabbed one of my spare bows. "Take off your shirt," I said, my voice quavering.
Adam did. As thin as he was, he was surprisingly built. I could've spent twenty minutes starting at the contours and valleys of his chest. Be he wanted me closer. I wanted me closer.

I look at her there in the shadows of the shut-down city, her hair falling onto her face, and I can see her trying to figure out if I’ve lost it. And I have to fight the urge to take her by the shoulders and slam her against a shuttered building until we feel the vibrations ringing through both of us. Because I suddenly want to hear her bones rattle. I want to feel the softness of her flesh give, to hear her gasp as my hip bone jams into her. I want to yank her head back until her neck is exposed. I want to rip my hands through her hair until her breath is labored. I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears. And then I want to take my mouth to hers, to devour her alive, to transmit all the things she can’t understand.

I run my fingers along her neck, her jawline, and then cup her chin in my hand.  And stop.  We stand there for a moment, staring at each other, savoring it.  And then all at once, we slam together.  Mia's legs are off the ground, wrapped around my waist, her hands digging in my hair, my hands tangled in hers.  And our lips.  There isn't enough skin, enough spit, enough time, for the lost years that out lips are trying to make up for as they find each other. We kiss.

What do you think of Adam?

What is your favourite Adam moment?

Thanks to Missie for hosting this meme!

***This picture is especially for Missie and Audrey and anyone else who gets any ideas!