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“That’s my girl.”

“Yes,” I answer.Because I am his girl.

“Give it to me.Give me everything.”

Everything.

My orgasms, my moans of pleasure,my life.

I’d give him everything if he’d just let me.

An orgasm squirms up into my belly and bursts, along with a sob from the deepest part of me.

Theo pulls me down into his chest, allowing me a place to cry out into his neck.He puts his hand against my tailbone and pushes my hips down so we are sealed together.

His warm spend floods me, a moan buried in my hair.That moan turns into a kiss.That kiss turns into a whisper.

“You are my girl, Abigail.Even if it’s just for now.”

As we lay on the beach, tears still staining my face, I try and do the math needed to turn the now into forever.But there are variables I don’t yet know.I can’t solve the equation.

‘For now’ will have to do.

19

THEO

I wakeup the next morning in my hotel room, alone in my bed, as predicted.

Except I am not empty.No, I am full of thoughts of Abigail.

Because it’s not over.Not yet.We made our promises on the beach last night under a sky so full of stars that will live on for thousands more years than we will.A promise to the cosmos.

Bonnie and I get ready for the after-wedding luncheon, which I can’t believe is a tradition, especially given the way the reception was heading by the time I collected Bonnie and left.Seemed like they were going to be pulling an all-nighter with the energy they had.

I could have pulled an all-nighter too.Privately.With Abigail.

Of course, our circumstances don’t allow for such luxuries.

Still, though, I’m looking forward to getting one more chance to see her before Bonnie and I head back to New York.

Along with the rest of her family, of course.

And Sonia… Gd, I should speak with her to try and clear the air.

Bonnie and I head over to the beach house on the earlier side of things.The young people are all laid out in various states of drunkenness from the night before.

“Where’s Abigail?”Bonnie asks.

Thank god for my daughter who always seems to ask the question I have front of mind.

“Abigail’s still asleep, last I checked.”Sonia holds out her hand to Bonnie.“You want to come do a puzzle with me?”

Bonnie sighs.“I guess.”

“Be nice, love,” I say with a smile.

My eyes meet Sonia’s for a brief moment.Similar standoffishness to last night when Abigail and I were dancing.

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