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Before she gets too into her studies, I reach into my bag and pull out the candy I bought for her. Sliding the bar across the table, I capture Abby’s attention. At first, her shocked expression simply stares at my contraband.
“Drew…” she draws out, “you know we’re not supposed to eat in here. I’m supposed to enforce these things, not break them myself.” Her mortified expression is almost comical.
“Awww… Come on, Angel, I’m not trying to cause trouble. You can save it for later if you like.”
Abby lets out a loud huff but quickly snags the Symphony bar and stashes it in her bag. “Thank you for thinking of me. Let’s finish studying, so I can eat it later. No thanks to you, now I’m craving chocolate.”
This earns her a laugh from me. “Sorry to be such a bad influence,” I tease.
Abby says nothing but blows out an exasperated sigh, making me want to reach across the table and kiss that look off her face.
FUCCKKK! Now that’s all I want to do. Does she have to be so sexy?
Somehow, I manage to turn my attention to my paper. I spend the next few minutes reading over my notes. But when Abby reaches up to take her hair out of her messy bun, she completely holds my attention. Even though I’ve seen her do this a million times while studying, the scent of citrus and pear has my mouth watering. I try not to stare, but it’s nearly impossible.
“What?” she asks defensively.
So much for subtlety, Jacobs, I chastise myself. Though let’s be honest, I could stare at her all day, if I could get away with it.
Geez, man, get it together.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts. “It’s nothing.”
Abby squints her eyes as if she’s trying to figure out a difficult puzzle. “What were you looking at? Do I have something on my face?”
“No,” I draw out on a sigh. “Just enjoying the view.”
This earns me a scoff from Abby. “Okay, whatever you say,” she deadpans and turns her focus back to her book.
Something feels off.
Does she not know how beautiful she is?
My gut clenches, hoping I’m reading more into this than I should.
“Abby?” I say barely above a whisper, getting her attention. When her eyes find mine, we stare for a long moment at one another. “Have I offended you?”
Confusion morphs across her features. “Why would you ask that?”
“I don’t know. I just wanted to make sure you knew back there.” I point to the hallway. “You do know you’re the only one I’m interested in, right?”
Her jaw drops slightly then quickly returns to its normal position. “Uh, since I’m the one in your bed practically every night, I’d better be.”
Damn, I love her sass.
Wait, did I say love?
Instead of making anything of my realization, I play it off. “You can bet your sweet ass you’re the only one I’m interested in. You’re mine… and mine alone.”
“The road goes both ways, Drew. And PS—I wasn’t bothered by it at all. It was obvious you weren’t interested in her by the way you looked at me when I came around the corner. If anything, you looked annoyed that you had to be talking to her in the first place.”
Well, at least that’s settled.
I shake my head at the memory. “I still can’t believe how possessive she was. We literally bumped into one another in the hall after not speaking for years, and she had the audacity to think she could stake a claim to me?”
“That is kinda weird,” Abby admits in a shrug. But then her expression changes to one I recognize well. It’s filled with her heated desire and hope. “What do you say we hurry up and finish here, then go back to my place for some dinner? Chloe’s working, and Sydney has a date tonight. We should have the place to ourselves.” Abby waggles an eyebrow, and I want to say to hell with our studies right now.
“How much more of your assignment do you have to do?” I ask eagerly. I for one could finish this paper tomorrow and still have plenty of time. Knowing I have two out-of-town games later this week, I’d much rather spend some one-on-one time with Abby.
