Page 45 of Holidating
And then we both say “Sorry,” at the same time.
Yup. It’s awkward.
I look around and see a scowling Price on the far side of the room. He’s offering another waitress a walk to her car. And she’s turning him down.
Price is an honest-to-god predator. And I can’t forget that Abbi only asked for protection from him. She didn’t ask for my tongue in her mouth.
Right. Okay. I grab my backpack off the back of the bar stool and gesture for Abbi to precede me out of the Biscuit.
I have got to get a hold of myself. Abbi is a friend who asked for my help. The least I could do is not maul her like Price.
We walk away from the restaurant and head up the hill toward Abbi’s place in silence. I hope I haven’t totally fucked things up between us. But I’m not sure how to ask. And we arrive at the creaky front steps of her Victorian building before I work it out.
“So…” She clears her throat as we climb the steps. I always walk her all the way to the door.
“So.” I sigh. “Back there, that was…”
“Really great,” she says quickly. “Just putting that out there.”
Dude, Mr. Smooth whispers into my ear.You got this.
“It was, wasn’t it?” I smile at her. “And you know what?”
“What?” she squeaks, looking up at me with hope in her eyes.
“The truth is that I’m not a very good actor. Never have been. I'm only convincing when I’m really excited about the role.”
“Is that so?”
I don’t even answer the question. I take Abbi in my arms instead. And I stare down into her gray eyes as I take her mouth in a firm kiss. She melts against me.Finally. This kiss is 100% real. It’s the one we’ve needed since Thanksgiving. Since forever.
Mr. Smooth is nowhere to be found. I don’t feel smooth when Abbi’s around. There’s only the bumbling idiot who needs her so badly. And the Sexy Beast who’ll take over when he gets the chance.
And now is his chance. I wrap an arm around Abbi’s waist and pull her tightly to my body. Her bag goesthunkonto the porch, and her hands grip my jacket.
“Abbi,” I say between kisses. “Come home with me.”
“No,” she says, and I almost weep with disappointment. But then she says, “My place is closer.”
Yaaaaaas!
And then we’re in motion. I reach down and grab her bag, while she whips a hand inside, fishing for her keys, hurrying to open the outer door then unlock the door to her unit. The moment we step inside her apartment, I lean down and sweep her up into my arms again.
She lets out a little gasp of shock as her feet leave the floor.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
“Hell yes. I was just surprised.”
“Good.” I kick the door shut and then brace her against it. “Let’s get a few things straight before I carry you to bed.”
“O-kay,” she stammers, wrapping her legs around me.
She can probably feel my cock pressing against her core now. “Look, I’ve needed to kiss you for a long time. And I don’t want to wait any longer.” Just to prove my point, I skim my lips along her jaw, and then down her neck. “Is that okay with you?”
“Yes,” she says with a shiver and a little groan.
“Good. There’s a few more things I need, if it’s okay.”
