Page 72 of Curvy Love

“I’ll do my best.” I decide that I like these sisters very much. They obviously love my Willow a lot and are ready to go to battle on her behalf.

I don’t bother knocking on her bedroom door, I just go inside and sit on the bed. She stirs and opens her eyes.

“Abbott? What are you doing here?” She sits up. Her eyes are swollen and red rimmed and I want to kick myself in the bollocks for making her cry.

“Oh my sweet, sweet, Willow. I’m so sorry I caused you pain.”

“I was a fool.”

I shake my head. “No, you weren’t. Now, I need you to listen to me. Can you do that?”

She nods.

So I tell her the story. About how I hadn’t been in charge of my social media accounts. I’d never flirted with Sabrina, that had always been the intern from the PR firm—which is fucking hilarious if you think about it. Then I pull out my phone and open the app.

“I changed that earlier today. I deleted the other posts and here’s the things I want to share with the world.” There are several pictures of her. Candid shots I took from our days together while we were baking and watching Christmas movies. And one sweet picture of her sleeping. The caption under that one says: this is my heart.

Willow looks up at me, tears swimming in her eyes.

“No more tears,mo ghaol, it is time for you to be happy. I am head over arse in love with you Willow McLeod. I want to spend the rest of my life with you even if I have to do it burning my bollocks off here in Texas. I don’t want Sabrina. I never wanted Sabrina and earlier today I went to her house and told her precisely that. I also told her you would never work another minute for her as long as I had a say about it.”

“I think she fired me earlier. Or I quit.”

I cup her face. “I love you,mo ghaol.”

She throws her arms around my neck. “I love you, Abbott. I was so scared I’d lost you.”

“Never. You will never lose me.”

chapterthirty-four

Willow

I wake to Abbott’s bearded face between my thighs. His tongue slides through my pussy lips and I moan.

“Good morning.”

“It’s time,” he says.

“Time for what?”

“Time for you to see if that toy of yours is actually a good simulation of what a real tongue can do.”

“Oh wow, okay.” I thread my fingers through his hair and look down at him. Those gorgeous blue eyes peer up at me. “I love you. I didn’t think lightning could strike three times, but it did. Thank you for fighting for me.”

He crawls up my body and braces his arms above me. “My bonnie, bonnie Willow. I would slay a hundred dragons for you. Even if they take the shape of bony models who don’t properly appreciate churros.”

I laugh.

He gives me a wicked smile. “Can I get back to my work now? This is a very scientific experiment here.”

“Oh by all means.”

“Tha gaol agam ort gu bràth.”

He’s said it more than once and explained that it means he loves me forever. I’ve tried to say it like that in return, but it ends up sound like I’m choking. A linguist, I am not.

“I love you forever too.” I wiggle my butt a little. “Now weren’t you about to do something?”

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