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I give her a few moments before I can’t handle it any longer. I walk into her room to sit next to her on the bed. When she still doesn’t look at me, my chest clenches.
Shit. This is bad.
Knowing I must get this over with one way or another, I reach out and guide her chin, so that she looks me in the eye. The crackle of electricity that’s always present when we touch is back in full force.
When her golden-brown eyes find mine, I encourage her to speak her mind. “Abby. You’re killing me. Please, just tell me what’s going on.”
Her beautiful thick lashes blink a few times, and her eyes well up with tears. “I’ve missed you,” she whispers.
Okay… that’s not what I expected. Her words don’t match the bleak expression on her face.
“I’ve missed you, too,” I say in return, but somehow, I sincerely doubt that’s all that’s bothering her. “But what’s going on? Have I done something to upset you?” Clearly, she’s upset. But I have no fucking clue why.
My palms sweat, and my heart races as I prepare for the worst to come.
“When you left the other day, I realized just how much I love you,” she says in a small and shaky voice.
Those words bring a smile to my face. “I love you, too, Angel.”
Abby shakes her head, and I’ve clearly misread her message. Her face morphs into an expression that tells me she’s on the verge of crying. “No. I really love you. Like I don’t think I can possibly love you anymore than I do right now.”
“This is a good thing, right?” I ask, not understanding what the fuck is going on. Why is it a problem for her to love me?
“Drew, with that love… You have the power to wreck me. I’ve missed you so much this week, I physically haven’t been able to eat or sleep.” Tears pool at her lashes but somehow manage to defy gravity.
What? This makes no sense. “Abby, we’ve been apart before, and I’m back now. What’s wrong?”
Her voice breaks as she explains. “Because I realized that I don’t think I can do this anymore. If I can’t handle being apart from you for one weekend… How will I handle being all the way across the country from you?”
Fuck.
My worst fear is coming to life.
Her words cut through me like a knife, and it’s all I can do to get my next words out. “W… what… are you… saying?”
She looks to the ceiling and pulls in a ragged breath. “Hell, for all I know you’re going to resent me on top of all this, too.”
What the fuck is she talking about?
“Resent you? Why on earth would I resent you?”
Her voice is small when she whispers, “I got in.”
“Got in?” I ask, clearly not connecting the dots. “Got in, where?”
She stands and slowly walks to her desk. There she picks up an envelope I recognize. “I got into Johns Hopkins.”
Holy Fuck!
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Drew immediately bolts upfrom the bed as he yells, “Hold that thought!”
Before I can process anything, Drew sprints out of my bedroom. I can’t even get to the hall to follow him before I hear the front door to my apartment slam open and hit the adjacent wall.
