Page 7 of Spring Fling

Ipepper her with questions for the better part of two hours, all the time considering how to handle the fact that we’ll be living in the same damn city. Her answers start coming slower and quieter until her breathing evens out, having fallen asleep. My thoughts are racing and it’s keeping me from following her example.

She’s special, I knew it the minute I met her and on some level, I understood what I’m just now willing to admit. I’m not going to let her go.

There are a lot of colleges in the area and I wonder which one she is attending. Hopefully, my house is close enough to her campus that she’ll have an easy commute because I’m moving her in with me before the start of the academic year. I don’t like the idea of her living in dorms with random guys traipsing in and out all the time. If I found out any of them had hit on her or accidentally seen her in a state anything less than fully dressed, I’d flip my shit.

If she’s finishing up her freshman year, that means she’s more than likely nineteen and I give the ten-year age gap a half second of thought before dismissing it. Who the fuck cares?

I turn us both over so that we’re spooning. Her head is pillowed on one of my biceps and my other hand rests on her belly. It reminds me of earlier tonight and the thoughts start pushing past the walls I put up to contain them. Abbi has at least three more years of college ahead of her. I shouldn’t be thinking about babies and pregnancy, but fuck if I can help it.

When I’d asked her about her desire to have a family, she’d been enthusiastic and somewhat wistful. Oddly, she’d seemed as though she had given up on the idea though. It isn’t’ the right time, but I’m anticipating the day when I tell her she’s going to get the family she clearly longs for. I’ll wait until she’s ready, but it doesn’t stop me from dreaming about it.

The next day, we pick up her stuff from the hotel and return to my house where I promptly carry her to bed and explore every peak and valley of her delicious body. By the end of the week, I still haven’t told her I’ll be keeping her. Perhaps some part of me figured the more I fucked her, got her addicted to me, the easier it will be to convince her to give in. She obviously notices how bare my house is and I admit that I’m moving, then change the subject.

It’s Saturday morning before I know it and Abbi has been uncharacteristically quiet since we made love last night. I take her hard in this morning, desperate to make sure she feels me every time she moves until I see her again. The movers eventually arrive, emptying my place, and as soon as they leave, it’s just about time to take her to the airport. Her growing despondency at leaving gives me the boost I need to come clean. She’s not ready for this to end either.

Taking her to a small diner by the airport, I slide into a booth next to her instead of across. She looks up as me, surprised, but her cheeks flush with delight. I love seeing the sweet pink spread over her cheeks and thinking about when it spreads everywhere has my dick twitching.

I watch her closely. “Baby, we need to have a talk.” I pause when the waitress stops by to take our orders, then resume studying her face. “I want to see you again.”

Her eyes widen to large pools of blue. “You want to come to Boston to see me?” I’m pleased when I see some excitement in her expression, but it’s mixed apprehension. I don’t know what she is worrying about, but I feel an overwhelming need to fix it. I only ever want to see smiles on my girl’s face.

“I wouldn’t have far to travel since I happen to be moving there tomorrow.”

Her jaw drops slightly and her eyes grow impossibly wide and round, pools of blue that anyone could easily get lost in. “You’re moving to ... ” she trails off.

“To Boston, yes.” I nod, one corner of my mouth quirking up in a half smile. Her hands are on the table and she’s twisting her finger around each other, so I place my hand on top and still her movement. I stare intently into her eyes, making sure she understands that I am completely serious when I say, “I’m keeping you Abbi. There is something between us, something lasting and special. Now that I’ve had you, I can’t bear the thought of letting you go.”

“Bu—but, I can’t,” she stutters. “This was supposed to be a fling. It won’t work when I get home, Logan.”

My jaw hardens in frustration. This wasn’t the way I saw this going. “Abbi,” I growl, “there had better not be a boyfriend waiting for you at home. But, I’ll tell you now, if there is, you two are done. The little punk better be far, far away from my girl when I get there or he’s going to find himself on the business end of my fist.”

“What? No, no boyfriend,” she soothes. Her eyes drop down, avoiding my gaze. “I just ... it’s complicated.”

I take hold of her chin and draw her head back up, keeping her head firmly in place. Leaning in, our lips are almost touching and a smug satisfaction seeps in when I see a flare of desire behind her ocean blues.

“Baby, do you want to see me again. And, don’t lie to me or you’re likely to have my handprint on that sweet little behind of yours.” Silently, I wait for her response, wondering if she’ll admit to her feelings.

Her head twitches, trying to look anywhere but at me, though she isn’t able to move it because of the pressure from my fingers on her chin.

“Yes,” she eventually whispers. “I do want to see you again.”

Closing the tiny gap between us, my lips press against hers. My grip on her chin gentles when I pull back. “Whatever it is that has you worried, I promise, we’ll work it out. But, you aren’t running from me.”

She sighs and graces me with a small smile. “Okay. But, I should probably tell you something. I—I’m, um—I’m going to be pretty busy with classes until the end of the school year, so we may not see much of each other for a while.” My eyes narrow, roaming her face, and my brow furrows. I’m almost positive she was about to say something different. Before I can press her about it, we are interrupted by the waitress returning with our breakfast.

We suspend conversation and I set forward as everything is set out before us. Once we are alone again, I twist in my seat to face her. “Was there something else you wanted to tell me, Abbi?” I ask expectantly.

She shakes her with a smile and it’s a little too bright, not fooling me for a second. “Nope.” I want to argue with her, but her eyes are pleading with me to let it go. A glance at my watch reminds me that I need to get her to the airport soon. We’ll have plenty of time to work everything out when I get to Boston.

“Eat your breakfast, baby. We’ve got to go soon.”

I dig into my own meal, acutely aware of the sensual picture she paints when she eats and do my best to avoid watching each morsel pass through her plump, glossy lips.

At the airport, I ignore her suggestion that I drop her at curbside check in and find a parking space. Retrieving her luggage, I drag it behind us with one hand and lace the fingers of my other with hers. She checks her bag and I walk her to security where her short, redheaded friend is waiting. Jess. That’s her name.

Jess eyes our joint hands as we approach her and I wonder if she’s going to be an obstacle in our relationship. I’m relieved when her gaze lifts and I see a twinkle of amusement, and approval, in her eyes.

“Logan,” she greets me with a sly smile, before turning to her friend. “Looking good, Abs. Hot sex does wonders for a person and a spring fling is a good look for you.”

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