Page 34 of Abel

I get out of bed as quickly and quietly as I can, trying not to disturb him. Walking around the edge of the bed and picking upmy clothes, I turn around and look at his handsome face. God, he really is beautiful and perfect in every way.

In my mind, this wasn’t supposed to last beyond tonight. He deserves more than just being a rebound guy. Maybe once I have my shit together, I’ll find him.

There’s no time for this, I have to get going.

Heading out the door, I hurry up, put my clothes and shoes on, and head downstairs.

As I take the stairs one at a time, Abel’s face comes to mind. I’ve never been a woman that loved facial hair, but both his beard and mustache is seriously making me rethink my life choices.

Jake couldn’t stand facial or body hair for that matter. ‘Hair is meant for the top of your head, nowhere else.’ I recall him saying.

What a fucking hypocrite.

I absolutely adore Abel's brunette full beard and mustache. I especially loved the way it tickled my inner thigh when he placed kisses there. Ooh, I can just feel his paper thin lips kissing his way up to my pussy as he had his…

Shit!

We had sex over an hour ago, and here I am, ready to go again. At the rate we were going, I shouldn’t want sex for another month or so.

He has a muscular body, toned arms and legs, abs for days, and buns of steel. What more could a girl ask for? And to top it off… Veins. They were poking out from every corner of his hands and arms, really bringing forth the drool.

“I’ll never forget you, Abel. Thank you for making me see how deserving of all the things, and beautiful I am. One day, we may meet again.” Call me a coward, but I take the coward’s way and slip out into the night.

Once I’m safely out on the porch, I pull out my phone and give Cam a call.

He answers on the first ring, “Iv, where are you? Are you okay? You better be okay because I’m going to kill you when I see you, you little whore.” He screeches in my ear.

“Stop being melodramatic. I’m going to drop you my location, pick me up.”

“Pick you up? I should let you rot out there to teach you a lesson.” He huffs. “You were supposed to call or at least send me a text to let me know you were okay, but you didn’t. No, you had me in here worrying that your little, boney ass was lying dead in a ditch somewhere.”

“Quiet down or else you’ll wake Travis.”

“Too late, I’m already up.” Travis yawns into the phone. “Drop that location, and we’ll be on our way, baby girl.” He says, clearly being the level headed one.

“Thanks, Trav, I’m really sorry it’s so late.”

“It’s never too late for you, baby doll.” Travis says.

“That’s a bald face lie. It’s definitely too late for a jezebel like yo-”

“We’ll be waiting and there in less than ten.” Travis says, cutting off Cam and disconnecting the call.

I know Abel probably wouldn’t care if they knew where he stays, but I do. So, I take a stroll out of his little community and head for a diner I saw on the way here last night. Dropping the location to Cam’s phone to which he sends back several middle finger emojis I close my phone screen, walk and think.

Did I do the right thing by leaving like that?

No, I don’t think so.

Should I go back?

Absolutely.

Will I?

Highly unlikely. I don’t fit into his world.

I have to face reality. No matter how good he made me feel, that’s not reason enough to jump into a relationship with someone I barely know. Plus, I just got out of one. How would that look if we start dating when I’ve barely been boyfriendless for a whole month? More like a week, but who’s counting?

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