Page 46 of Sweeter Than Fiction

“Oh, quiet.” He waves his hand at me. “How do you feel?”

“Uncomfortable,” I reply as I teeter on the heels he insisted I wear.

“Well, you look hot as hell. You’re making me reevaluate my decision to date men.”

“You’re full of shit.”

A knock on the door interrupts us. My stomach lurches as my nerves kick in. “Oh, gosh. He’s here.”

“Okay, calm down. You go and get the door. I’ll hide and then clean all this up before heading out.”

He practically shoves me out the door of the bedroom before closing it behind me. Awkwardly, I make my way to the front door.

As my hand turns the knob, I take a deep breath.

Let’s do this.

Chapter Nineteen

Don

When Abby opens the door, I have to pick my jaw up off the ground from pure shock. I’ve never seen her all dolled up like this.

She may have gotten dressed up for her last date, but not like this. Now, her hair is perfectly curled, and she has makeup on—dark smoky eyes and red lipstick. My eyes move further down to her tight black dress and matching heels.

Although the outfit makes my cock twitch in my pants, the way she’s standing makes me wonder if she’s uncomfortable.

“Hi,” she greets.

“Hey,” I say. “You look…wow.”

Her cheeks blush a little. “Thanks.”

“Are you ready to go?”

She nods. “Yeah. Lead the way.”

As we make our way down the elevator and out the front door of the building, we talk about our days and make some other small talk. There’s an awkwardness between us that I can’t quite put my finger on. Abby seems completely out of her element.

When we walk outside, immediately, I immediately see Abby regrets her decision not to wear a coat.

Without even thinking about it, I take off my jacket and wrap it around her shoulders.

“You don’t have to do that,” she says.

“I know. But what fun will it be if my date turns into a popsicle?” I smile.

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, still looking embarrassed.

“I picked a restaurant a couple blocks away.” I look at her shoes. “Are you okay to walk?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m totally fine.”

There’s that word again.

I walk closest to the street and keep Abby on the other side of me. When she almost trips over a crack in the sidewalk, I take her hand in mine. At first, she squeezes my palm for dear life, but soon, I can feel her relax.

It doesn’t take long for us to get to the restaurant. It’s not a super fancy place, but they serve a little bit of everything. I didn’t plan on Abby looking like she’s ready for a night on the town.

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