Page 71 of Until I Have You

With a final sigh, I open the bathroom door.

Only to find Abigail on the other side of it.

“Jesus fucking Christ, what are you doing here?”I hiss.

“Just checking on you.You seemed stressed when you walked out of the room.”

I try to step past her, but I’m blocked in and unless I want to forcefully move her, I’m trapped.“Abigail,move.”

“You’re mad at me,” she replies.Smiling.

I scrub my hand down the lower part of my face.Then I glance down the hallway to make sure we’re alone.

“No one knows I followed you, not even Bonnie.”

“For god’s sake, Abigail.”My frustration doesn’t prevent me from grabbing her wrist and yanking her into the bathroom.

I close the door behind her and lock it.The second I turn around, she springs on me, her hands against my chest, forcing me up against the door, her mouth on my mouth.

Heaven.

I grab her elbows, try to pry her off me.“What are youdoing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”she asks with a half-cocked smile.

“We saidone night.”

Abigail presses her chest to mine.“I changed my mind.”

“That isnothow terms work, Abigail.”

“You forget I’m a scientist and not a businessman like you.I don’t deal with terms and conditions, I deal with observations and experiments, and my observation is…” She trails off and lifts her mouth to mine again, close enough to kiss, close enough to say bugger all.

I put my hand up to her collarbone, keep her at bay.“This is your father’s home.”

“I thought your rule was not talking about my father,” she rasps.

“I thought you didn’t care about the rules.”

“Touché.”

The longer my hand is pressed to her chest, the more I feel of her.Pulsing heart, warm skin, the electricity of her body.“You can’t…Wecan’t…”

Abigail’s insistent expression melts to something softer.She’s soyoung.The spray of freckles on her face is a good reminder.

If it didn’t drive me wild at the same time.

“The time apart was supposed to be a reset.”

Abigail resists her vinegary responses and sighs.“All I’ve been able to think about is you.”

And I, you.

“Nothing can come of us but hurt, Abigail.”

“There doesn’t have to be an us.”She clings to my shirt.“It can be our secret.All it has to be is sex.Closed doors.Only when it’s safe.”

“Yet, you’ve cornered me in the bathroom of your home with your entire family in the other room?”

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