Everyday was the same for Adam; prepare for the next extermination, ramble about being the first dick, have a fling with some chick, and maybe get wasted. It never changed. I mean, until he met you of course.

Adam had declared no more flings once he met you, but his day never became easier. It was scary what his shit-eating grin could hide.

Right now, he was totally drunk and basically sleeping on you, yet still rambling how exhausted he was instead of actually trying to sleep. Eepy boy.