Page 57 of Holidating
CHAPTER 20
MAYBE I DON’T NEED TO KNOW
ABBI
“Wow.” It’s the first coherent thing I’ve said in an hour.
I lay panting on my bed, Weston’s body—naked and spent—sprawled out diagonally across mine. He’s trying to catch his breath.
My mind is blown. So this is what it means to have fantastic sex. It means Weston and me making out on the kitchen counter until I thought I would burst from desire. It means letting him strip off my clothes and spread me out on the bed.
It means yanking down his briefs and taking him into my mouth, while he curses and praises me, sometimes in the same breath. It means watching him suit up in a condom before prowling back to me on hands and knees, a determined look in his eye, while his shoulder muscles pop and flex.
And—this is the part that’s so confusing to me—it means undulating beneath him while he stares into my eyes as he kisses me more deeply with every stroke.
Weston’s skills are unparalleled. But that’s not even the shocking part. Theintimacyis. I don’t know what to do with all that eye contact. And the broken sounds he makes when he comes.
My poor little lonely heart can’t handle all that loving attention. It’s like standing too close to a bonfire. You already know how cold you’ll feel when you finally step away.
“Abbi,” Weston rasps. “Can I stay over?”
“Of course,” I say just a little too quickly. “I might even have an extra toothbrush.”
“I brought mine,” he says with a grin.
“Look who planned ahead,” I tease, although my heart is still fluttering over the idea that Weston wants to sleep in my bed tonight.
“I didn’texpectyou to invite me in,” he says. “But I sure hoped you would. It’s a fine line.”
“We could watch a movie or something,” I suggest.
“Or something,” he whispers.
And I smile up at my ceiling.
Following our Sunday night (and Monday morning!) sexfest, both Weston and I have very busy weeks.
I glimpse him once, on Wednesday night at the Biscuit, but table seventeen is not in my section.
Then, when I’m waiting for an order in the kitchen, I feel my phone buzz with a text. When I pull it out of my pocket, I see the text is from Weston.I know you’re busy. But won’t you come over here and give me a kiss?
Me:In front of the bitchy manager who will soon owe me a $1500 bonus? Think again.
Weston:Bummer. You look hot and I miss you.
Me:Never knew you had an apron kink.
Weston:I have an Abbi kink.And tomorrow I’m going to South Bend, Indiana. Before we leave, I need to write a paper. So I can’t even invite myself over tonight.
Me:That is a bummer.
Weston:We get back Sunday night. Come over?
“Ooooh!” Carly shrieks.
I whirl around, and find her reading over my shoulder. “You just about gave me a heart attack.”
“I’d have a heart attack too if Weston Griggs invited me over.”
