Page 18 of Ten Hours

Chapter Five

Abel

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Ican’t take my eyesoff of her. The band is on fire. The show is electric. Yet she’s the only damn thing I can see. She’s swaying and singing along to every song. When I’d told her who the headlining band was, and she said she liked them, I didn’t realize just how much she liked them until they took the stage nearly an hour ago.

The way her eyes lit up and a smile spread across her lips when they started to play was enchanting. I couldn’t stop looking at her then and I certainly can’t stop now.

She’s absolutely intoxicating. Even more so now that I know what she tastes like. What she feels like against me. How her body trembles under my touch. I could kiss her all night and never tire of it. I’d venture to say there are a lot of things I could do with this girl all night that I’d never tire of.

I can’t help but think about how this night was supposed to go and this was nowhere even close. No, it’s a million times better.

Had I not met Finley I would likely be at Heather’s place, or Amber’s, depending on what mood I found myself in. Neither would have made me feel even an ounce of what Finley has and I’ve barely scratched the surface with her.

She blinds me with a light I feel like I’ve spent my whole life searching for and have never been able to find. The physical attraction is undeniable but this runs far deeper than simply physical. It’s like I’ve found a part of myself I didn’t even know I was missing until tonight.

She senses me staring and turns her big green eyes on me, her smile only widening when she meets my gaze.

Fuck me.

I suck in a sharp breath, having to resist the urge to lean in and kiss her again. I want to, more than anything, but I also don’t want to push her too hard, too fast.

I’ve always been a jump first, ask questions later type of guy, which has come back to bite me in the ass more times than I care to admit. And the thought of scaring her off and never seeing her again bothers me a hell of a lot more than it should’ve after only knowing her for a few shorthours.

“Stop staring,” she mouths, giving me a knowing look.

I lean in and run my nose along the curve of her neck. “I can’t help it,” I tell her, my lips stopping just shy of her ear.

Her body shudders under my touch and it damn near brings me to my knees.

What is this girl doing to me?