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His perfect lips quirk, and a hint of his delicious dimple shows. “That’s great.” Almost as if he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, he suddenly shoves them both into his pockets.
We stare at each other for a countless moment, and I wonder if he’s finally going to kiss me.
One hand is released from the confines of his pocket as he reaches out to place a strand of wayward hair behind my ear. His touch alone makes my skin burn with desire.
“Well… I guess I’ll see you then,” he barely whispers.
He steps in and pulls me into an embrace.
Okay, here it is.
Butterflies soar in my stomach, my breathing quickens, and my heart races as Drew tilts his head to the side and studies me intently.
Damn, his blue eyes smolder, and I lean closer instinctually.
Instead of kissing me, he pulls me in for a hug.
My heart sputters, and the contents of my stomach morph into concrete, as our perfect moment is destroyed.
Don’t get me wrong, being in Drew’s arms is wonderful. But my entire body anticipated the kiss of a lifetime, and disappointment fills me faster than I could have imagined.
“I had an amazing time tonight,” Drew says while he still holds me tight. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”
With that, he releases me and steps back.
Words don’t form, as I stare at him in disbelief.
This is how he’s going to end our perfect night?
“Good night, Abby.”
And he turns and walks down the steps, putting some distance between us.
Somehow, I manage to get my brain firing on all cylinders again. “Night. Drew.” And before I can do or say anything stupid, I dig my key out of my pocket and walk into my apartment and close the door.
Without a word to my roommates, I walk straight to my bedroom and close the door. I flop myself down on my bed—face first—and scream into the pillow.
What the hell is wrong with me?
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I must bethe stupidest dumb fuck on the planet. Abby and I were having the perfect night. And I fucking blew it by ending it—with a hug—for Christ’s sake. I wanted to kiss her until the sun came up. Hell, after having her sexy as hell body rub against me all night, I wanted to fuck her right there for the world so see.
But I’m not an exhibitionist… And she’d been drinking.
And from what I could tell, she’d kept a decent buzz going. I wasn’t about to take advantage of her. But, God, do I wish she’d been sober.
Those doe eyes she gave me as she stared expectantly at her doorstep? They’ll be forever etched in my brain as a constant reminder of what a dumb fuck I am.
Why the fuck didn’t I just kiss her?
She’d been sending me the signals all night.
Hell, it’s not like a kiss must lead to sex.
