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“I can’t tell if there’s someone at the door, or if I’m hallucinating,” I confess in a quiet tone, but don’t make any attempts to move.
Abby lifts her head from where she’s resting it against my shoulder. She gives me the sweetest damn smile I’ve ever seen.
“Same,” she whispers.
She puts her head back down, but not before kissing me on the cheek. I’ve never been in love before, but I’m thinking thismight be it. So what if I only met her yesterday? There is no time limit on that, right?
“It’s getting louder.”
She pushes herself into a sitting position, her tits so ready for me to maul them again. I do need a bit of a break though. My cock is all shriveled up in my jeans that are soaking wet. I probably look like a prune from head to toe.
I am about to make a sarcastic comment about it when I realize that she is right. Whatever is happening at my door, it’s getting louder for sure.
“We need to get out of here.” I drop a kiss on her head. “My clothes are gonna weigh a ton,” I snort.
She chuckles against my shoulder. “I can’t want to see you naked.”
Commotion outside the bathroom ruins the mood completely, especially when I could swear someone is unlocking my front door.
I push Abby gently off me, then groan when I stand up. The floor is full of water, and the clothes she took off earlier are sitting right in the middle of a puddle.
“What a fucking mess.”
I step out of the tub, water running off me, and my jeans are plastered to my legs and ass, slowing me down when I try walking.
“Be careful getting out,” I call back to Abby. “I need to check on what’s happening out here.”
Just as I say that, someone walks into my apartment. I rush to get to the door, coming face to face with a surprised Burt.
“Mr. Hamilton,” he jumps in surprise when he sees me. “We didn’t think you were home. We knocked and knocked…”
I look behind him and notice a couple of other people, one of them being a teammate.
“What the fuck is going on?” I snap at everyone.
“There’s something wrong in the bathroom,” Burt informs me. “We need to take a look.”
I raise my eyebrows in surprise, not missing the look Burt is giving me when he realizes that my clothes are soaking wet.
“My bathroom?”
“Yes.” He swallows hard around the lump in his throat. “You’re flooding the apartment below yours.”
Chapter 11
Abby
I try not to laugh when I watch Xander walking away through a couple of inches of water on the floor, splashing as he goes, and with his jeans that are drenched. Water is pouring out of them, but he doesn’t seem to care.
The noise from his front door is intensifying, and I get a little worried. Looking around, I try to locate a towel, but since I am not familiar with my surroundings, I’m not sure where he keeps them.
I step over the edge of the tub, surprised to realize that the water on the floor is a little deeper than expected.
“Oh my gosh,” I whisper to myself. “We made such a mess. I’m going to need more than just one towel.”
I’m still naked and standing in the middle of the bathroom when I hear voices from out in the hallway. My eyes search for something to cover myself with, but then I relax. There’s no way anyone but Xander would come back to the bathroom, so I have nothing to worry about.
Tiptoeing through the water on the floor, I make my way toward the bedroom. There’s got to be something there that I can dry myself with. And while I’m at it, I’ll grab a shirt from Xander’s closet since my own clothes are now wet.
