Page 72 of Sweeter Than Fiction

May not be a bad thing.

But I’ll leave the decision up to her. I bought our plane tickets earlier today. Honestly, I’m excited about showing her where I grew up. I know small towns aren’t her thing, but I’m hoping to make it a good trip where she can have some fun—and maybe get to know who I am a little better.

As I pull my phone from my pocket before taking off my jeans, I see a text from Abby.

Abby: What time do you think you’ll be here?

Me: I’m getting in the shower now. Give me about 10-15 minutes. Plenty of time for you to get your other boyfriend out of the house.

Abby: Haha. See you soon.

Why is she so eager to know when I’ll be there? She never texts me asking that. Maybe she’s got something up her sleeve.

Or maybe her anxiety is getting the best of her.

I’m learning with Abby that it’s always a toss of the coin.

I quickly shower and get dressed. I opted for some sweatpants instead of jeans tonight. It’s been a long day, and Abby’s been on her period, so we haven’t been doing anything major. Usually, we watch TV until she falls asleep. I’ve been staying the night with her, just to hold her while she sleeps.

Before I leave, I make sure I have my phone and see another text from Abby.

Abby: Just come on in when you get here.

I head out my door and into Abby’s. Per her text, I walk right in.

“Abs, you really shouldn’t leave the door unlocked,” I say. “I thought we talked about this.”

When I lock the door behind me and turn around, my jaw drops open at the sight before me.

Abby.

In some cute little pink lingerie thing.

“Hi,” she says, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Hey, beautiful. Holy shit, look at you.”

She looks down at herself. “Do you like it?”

“I fucking love it. I mean, I love you in anything, but you look sexy as hell.”

My cock instantly hardens, pitching a tent in my sweatpants.

“What’s the occasion?” I ask.

“You’ve been so great to me lately. I thought that maybe I could do something to return the favor.”

“You don’t have to—”

She cuts me off. “I know I don’t have to. But I want to. I’m trying to let you in a little bit.”

The way she speaks her words, I can tell this is important to her, so I will let her take the lead for now. Right now, this is her show.

“Okay, lead the way, beautiful.”

She grabs me by the hand and leads me over to the couch. She has me sit down while she moves the coffee table out of the way. She then takes her glasses off and sets them to the side before sinking to her knees in front of me.

Her brown eyes look up at me while she reaches into my sweatpants and grabs my cock. The moment her hand wraps around it, I let out an involuntary groan.

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