Page 92 of Until I Have You

Should I kiss her?Should I ruin the wedding here and now?Create a stir?Cause chaos?

I would never.For Abigail’s sake.

But for my own, I’m fucking tired of tiptoeing.I have the woman I want in my arms.I have her body.Now I want her mind.All of it.

If I let my mind run wild as I tend to do with these things, I can picture a wedding like this one a few years in the future.Ours.Where we dance and have nothing to hide.

We don’t have to be polite, veiling the things we want to say or the way we’d like to touch each other.

“You smell amazing, by the way,” I add in her ear, getting a deep inhale of delectable cherry, the same scent I’ve had on my pillow while I’ve been away.

Instead of playing my game, Abigail speaks.“Sonia saw us.”

I swing her around for another turn on the dance floor, narrowly avoiding an old couple dancing the way they did back in the sixties.“What…what do you mean?”

“Last night when I kissed you.She played dumb, but she saw us.”

The flow of my body becomes rigid.Our movements on the floor are no long graceful but stilted.

“I’m sorry I made you kiss me.I shouldn’t have.”Her voice is laden with duress.

“You didn’t make me do anything.”

“I’ve made you do everything,” she whispers.

I want nothing more than to pull her close to me and hold her.Reassure her.

How ironic the thing I want to reassure her about is the one thing we cannot be seen doing.

Still, I tighten my grip on her.If I can’t pull her close, I’ll remind her I want to.

“Abigail, you’re remembering wrong.”

“No, I’m not.It was all me.Back at the club.Back at the penthouse.Here.I keep pushing the limits and I–” She stops, lifting her head.

Tears are pooling in her eyes.

My poor girl.I’d brush away her tears if I could.

“Now she knows, and she wants me to stay away from you because it will upset my dad, and–” Abigail grits her teeth.“She’s such a hypocrite.”

“She just doesn’t want you to get hurt, Abigail.”

Abigail’s warbling green eyes find mine.“You’re going to hurt me?”

“Never.I’d never, ever hurt you, darling.”

Abigail sucks her lower lip into her mouth.“I don’t know what to do.”

I take a moment to collect my thoughts, scanning the room for any eyes on us.

Edwin and Bonnie are preoccupied with chocolate, Abigail’s brothers are enraptured by their respective partners, Bridget and Seth are nowhere to be seen, having probably snuck off to get their first round in as a married couple.

And Sonia.

There she is.

Staring directly at us.

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