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I need to rectify this.
Unable to sleep, I get up early and punish myself some more by enduring a grueling workout. Knowing I can’t show up at her place until a decent time, I push things to the limit, and every muscle in my body knows just how much I fucking hate what I didn’t do to Abby last night. Then I rush home to shower and shave.
Now as I drum on the steering wheel of my SUV, I’m second-guessing my need to rush to Abby’s. Shit. It’s only eight twenty-one—there’s no way I can knock on her door at an ungodly hour after she’s been up late drinking.
Nine o’clock is a respectable time.
I’ll wait until then.
Yeah—that’s so much easier said than done. I pull out my phone, but it holds no interest. I’d text my parents, but I’m not in the mood to explain why I suddenly feel so freaking nervous. I don’t share much with my parents, but texting early on a Sunday morning will bring on more questions than necessary.
Thinking back on last night, I seriously let the perfect moment slip away. Of course, I had good intentions. But let’s face it—doing the right thing left me with a bad case of blue balls—not that I would’ve let it go that far. Holding her tight little body against mine on the dance floor felt incredible. Our bodies were in perfect sync as we moved. I can only imagine what would happen if we were together behind closed doors.
I glance to the clock. Only freaking twelve minutes have passed. How the hell is this possible? Is time slowing down?
Fuck, this is torture!
I take a deep breath to calm my nerves as I run my hands down my jeans. The minute I’m calm, my mind goes back to Abby. There’s no way this is a one-way street. She’s been sending distinct vibes in my direction.
Abby’s not one to mince words or string someone along. Neither am I, for that matter. It’s time to fish or cut bait as my grandfather used to say. What’s the worst that can happen?
She just wants to be friends.
Shit. That would suck.
But if I don’t tell her how I feel, I’ll never know.
My instincts have never led me wrong. I’m certain she feels something toward me.
I’m just not sure what.
I mentally prep myself for what I’ll tell her, much in the same way I do before each game. I shake out my hands and release any built-up tension.
You have this, Jacobs.Just walk up to her and tell her how you feel.
The answer will always be no if I never ask.
When the clock finally reads nine, I let myself get out of the car I’ve been parked in for the last thirty minutes and practically run up Abby’s stairs. I quickly knock on the door with three solid raps.
I hear movement from the other side, and I impatiently wait for the door to answer. Hell, I don’t even know what I’m going to say, but I know with every fiber of my being, I need to see her.
When the door cracks open, I’m relieved as fuck to find Abby on the other side. She’s fresh out of the shower with her long hair dripping wet. Her face is free of any makeup, and she’s wearing an oversized sweatshirt and yoga pants. Even with her shocked expression, she’s beyond beautiful.
Disbelief registers on her face, as I step toward her and practically growl, “Abby, you look gorgeous.”
My hand instinctively reaches out to settle at the base of her neck, and the pad of my thumb traces the bottom lip she’s trying to tuck under her teeth. I want to free that lip with my teeth, but I refrain and say what I came here for. “I told myself I couldn’t do this last night while you were drinking, but now, I don’t have to stop myself.”
Without wasting another second, my hand envelops her waist, and her head naturally tilts. Her minty breath saturates my senses, and I close the gap between us.
Our lips touch, flames ignite, and I draw her closer to me. Our difference in height has me lifting her as she wraps her legs around my waist. Sweeping my tongue across her lips, she opens for me, and her taste is nothing I’ve ever experienced.
She. Is. Everything.
Everything I’ve ever hoped for.
Everything I’ve dreamed of, and everything I never knew I wanted.
I can’t control my sudden rush of emotions. I’m sure I’ve fallen for the woman in my arms. That realization alone makes me completely lose myself in her and get consumed with our kiss.
