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Eventually, a car door slams in the distance, and I’m brought back to reality. I slow our kiss and when I completely regain control of myself, I place her back on her feet. We hold each other as our breaths even out.
When she pulls back, Abby rocks my world even further when she smirks and says, “Took you long enough,” causing us both to burst out in laughter.
Damn. Is there anything I don’t like about her?
“I’ve been dying to do that for so long,” I hungrily admit as I reach out to brush her hair from her face, so I can fully read her expressions. Her beautiful brown eyes are the color of honey in this light.
“You and me both, mister,” she teases, then she reaches for my hand. “Wanna come inside or are we going to continue giving the neighbors a show?”
Shaking my head, I follow her inside. I may have gotten lost in the moment, but I’m not an exhibitionist. “Have you eaten breakfast?” I ask when I hear movement from down the hall.
“No. I just got out of the shower. Do you want anything?”
Knowing if I stay here in this apartment much longer, the only thing I’m going to want for breakfast—is her, I suggest, “Wanna go to the diner?”
Abby looks to the kitchen, then back at me. “Uh. Sure. Give me a second, and I’ll just grab my purse.”
Before she can step away, I grab her by the waist and pull her close. Now that I’ve had a taste, I’m a greedy bastard and want more. I press my lips to hers and what starts out as a light and feathery kiss, quickly turns to an inferno. I could kiss Abby for days. Her hands wrap around my neck, and her fingers run through my hair. She feels amazing. Eventually, the clearing of a throat registers in the background, and I force myself to pull away.
Sydney cringes in our direction as we make eye contact with her. “Sorry.” She scratches the back of her head and looks extremely uncomfortable. “I… uh… was already in the hallway when you started, and since I’m not into voyeurism… And I need to get to my study group, I’d rather let you know I was here. Besides, you’re blocking my only exit, unless I want to crawl out my bedroom window.”
Abby shakes her head and chuckles. “Well, that’d be difficult, since we’re on the second floor.” She reaches for my hand and pulls me into the kitchen with her, so Sydney can pass by. “Drew and I were just on our way to the diner for some breakfast, have time to join us?”
Sydney’s cheeks darken. “Uh, I’m not sure you’d even notice I was there. I’ll just take a raincheck. Besides…” She looks pointedly between the two of us. “I think you might have some unfinished business.”
When I glance to Abby, I almost groan. She’s chewing on that damn lip again. But I force my attention to stay on Sydney. “You’re more than welcome. I’m sure we can manage to behave if you’d like to join us.” This causes Abby’s face to blush for the first time since I arrived.
“Yeah,” she agrees. “Please come.”
Sydney grumbles something under her breath I don’t quite catch, but I could swear it was, “I don’t think I’ll be the only one coming…” Then she clears her throat and continues, “Thanks for the offer, but I’ve gotta pass.” With that, she grabs her backpack next to the couch and says, “I’ll see you later.” Nabbing her keys from the hook on the wall, Sydney exits the apartment like a bat out of hell.
Sydney doesn’t seem like the type who gets shocked easily, so I ask, “Did we make her uncomfortable?”
Abby rolls her eyes. “Please… I’m sure she’s seen a lot worse by working at the bar. Let me get my things, and we’ll grab some food. I’m starving.”
As Abby and I settle into a corner booth at my favorite diner, I reach out and hold her hand in mine across the table. I won’t bother denying it took us longer to leave her apartment because I can’t keep my hands, or lips for that matter, off her. I’m not sure what’s come over me, maybe I’m just trying to make up for lost time, but now that she’ll let me kiss her, I don’t want to stop.
Vanessa, my usual waitress, leaves menus for us to peruse. After my strenuous workout this morning, I feel like I could eat half the menu and still be hungry. I settle on a large stack of pancakes, eggs, and sausage links, while Abby orders French toast and bacon.
When Vanessa leaves, it hits me that I might’ve hijacked Abby’s day. I force myself to ask, “Did you have anything other than bowling planned for today?”
She looks to the sky as if she’s contemplating. Crap. Maybe I did overstep things. But when she says, “Other than laundry, no,” my heart soars.
“So…” I drag out. “You won’t mind me hanging around?”
When she reaches out and pats me on the forearm playfully, my heart skips a beat. “No. I rather like your plans so far.”
While we wait for our food, I find myself fascinated with every nuance about Abby. The way her hair curls at the ends when it’s wet. The way she bites on her lower lip when she’s thinking, and the way she glances at me when she thinks I’m not looking, sends my body into hyperdrive. Add the fact that I can finally touch her, and I think I might be in heaven.
I don’t know what kind of spell she’s put on me, but my need to touch her every chance I get is all-consuming. Whether it’s to brush a wayward lock of hair from her face, to reach for her fingers from across the booth, or to press my long legs against hers under the table. I don’t think a minute goes by where I’m not touching her in one form or another.
My pulse races, and my pride soars now that I finally know she likes me, too. Her smile’s infectious as her cheeks occasionally turn a beautiful shade of pink when I take her by surprise by reaching out to touch her or hold her gaze.
Once the food arrives, there’s little room for conversation. We’re both ravenous and devour what’s on our plates. Note to self—drinking makes Abby hungry.
When she’s nearly finished half her plate, she finally makes eye contact. She suddenly bites on her lower lip, and I stop eating to see what’s the matter.
“Everything okay?” I ask as soon as my mouth is empty.
