the hot pink, sweater dress barely covering her
firm, toned thighs. He wanted to rub his hands over them, the sight of their
smoothness teased his fingertips and he instantly groaned, looking away to find
his crutches.
“Be careful,” she whispered,
standing up herself. She reached down to grab his arms, most likely to help him
up, but he nudged her away. Not hard, but enough to let her know that the
touching thing was off limits again. “Don’t be stubborn, David. I’m just trying
to help.”
“Yeah right,” he snorted, eyes
burning, head still pulsating in his temples. She was right on one aspect. He
needed those damn pills still. Badly.
He made it to his feet,
swaying slightly to the side, just as she reached out a hand to steady him. Her
brows drifted together, her lips were pursed to kill. All sass and spice, the
girl was straight up sex in a sweater dress. “And what is that supposed to
mean?” She stood with her hands at her hips. David narrowed his eyes as the V
in her neckline dipped lower. He traced the edge with his gaze, wishing it was
his fingers instead.
“It just means that you’re
trying to mess with my head.”
She scoffed, pressing her hand
just over the dip of that crack he wanted to keep ogling. Damn, that was twice
now in two seconds that he imagined touching that very spot. This time though,
he wasn’t about to use his hands… He sucked in a gasp and released a quiet
groan at the thought. Yeah, he was in a shit ton of trouble with this girl. But
really though, what was new? Slipping his crutches under his arms, he tightened
his grip around the handles to keep his fingers from reaching out for her.
“Messing with your head? You
call trying to get your ass up and out of here and home, messing with your
head? You’re delusional, David.” She pursed her lips, and turned, stomping away
as she left. He shut his eyes, needing to keep himself steady, but needing to
go after her even more.
“Shit, Abigail, wait up! I’m
sorry… I’m always screwing up,” which was the main reason why he’d stayed away
in the first place.
“Yeah, you’ve got that right,”
she stood in the doorway of the room, with her back to him, shaking her head.
She didn’t turn around, but he could tell she was pissed all the same. Her body
was rigid, angry. He didn’t need to see her face to know that. Abigail had
always been a body language kind of girl.
He sighed, this was good, and
for the best too. When she was pissed at him, it made the whole staying away
thing that much easier. Although easy was a far cry from the truth of what he
wanted to do. “Come on,” she groaned, “I’m taking you home now,” she glanced
back over her shoulder at him, just briefly, “or do I need to call your mom
instead…?”
He narrowed his eyes at her
profile. Damn, the girl played dirty still, didn’t she? “No. No Mom . Just…let’s
go,” he shook his head, “I don’t want to—”
“Yeah, yeah draw attention to
yourself. I got it.” She waved a hand through the air, turning away again.
David’s shoulders slumped, and he groaned under his breath. Hell yeah she did.
There was nobody else who got it better than she did, and that’s what
sucked the most.
Chapter Six
It was after nine when Abigail
had left to go to the party. Her mom was already in bed, while her dad was
working in his office. She hadn’t even bothered saying goodbye to either of
them. Nobody would have noticed anyways, so what was the point in wasting the
extra words and breaths?
The house where the party was
taking place had been jam–packed with barely any room to walk, let alone
mingle. She’d managed to grab a bottle of water before heading to find her
position for the night, gulping it down in little time. She was in her element
here—with people—it’s what she did best; what she always enjoyed. But the
moment she found the room with the two dirty skanks surrounding a face planting
David, she knew that her night of
firm, toned thighs. He wanted to rub his hands over them, the sight of their
smoothness teased his fingertips and he instantly groaned, looking away to find
his crutches.
“Be careful,” she whispered,
standing up herself. She reached down to grab his arms, most likely to help him
up, but he nudged her away. Not hard, but enough to let her know that the
touching thing was off limits again. “Don’t be stubborn, David. I’m just trying
to help.”
“Yeah right,” he snorted, eyes
burning, head still pulsating in his temples. She was right on one aspect. He
needed those damn pills still. Badly.
He made it to his feet,
swaying slightly to the side, just as she reached out a hand to steady him. Her
brows drifted together, her lips were pursed to kill. All sass and spice, the
girl was straight up sex in a sweater dress. “And what is that supposed to
mean?” She stood with her hands at her hips. David narrowed his eyes as the V
in her neckline dipped lower. He traced the edge with his gaze, wishing it was
his fingers instead.
“It just means that you’re
trying to mess with my head.”
She scoffed, pressing her hand
just over the dip of that crack he wanted to keep ogling. Damn, that was twice
now in two seconds that he imagined touching that very spot. This time though,
he wasn’t about to use his hands… He sucked in a gasp and released a quiet
groan at the thought. Yeah, he was in a shit ton of trouble with this girl. But
really though, what was new? Slipping his crutches under his arms, he tightened
his grip around the handles to keep his fingers from reaching out for her.
“Messing with your head? You
call trying to get your ass up and out of here and home, messing with your
head? You’re delusional, David.” She pursed her lips, and turned, stomping away
as she left. He shut his eyes, needing to keep himself steady, but needing to
go after her even more.
“Shit, Abigail, wait up! I’m
sorry… I’m always screwing up,” which was the main reason why he’d stayed away
in the first place.
“Yeah, you’ve got that right,”
she stood in the doorway of the room, with her back to him, shaking her head.
She didn’t turn around, but he could tell she was pissed all the same. Her body
was rigid, angry. He didn’t need to see her face to know that. Abigail had
always been a body language kind of girl.
He sighed, this was good, and
for the best too. When she was pissed at him, it made the whole staying away
thing that much easier. Although easy was a far cry from the truth of what he
wanted to do. “Come on,” she groaned, “I’m taking you home now,” she glanced
back over her shoulder at him, just briefly, “or do I need to call your mom
instead…?”
He narrowed his eyes at her
profile. Damn, the girl played dirty still, didn’t she? “No. No Mom . Just…let’s
go,” he shook his head, “I don’t want to—”
“Yeah, yeah draw attention to
yourself. I got it.” She waved a hand through the air, turning away again.
David’s shoulders slumped, and he groaned under his breath. Hell yeah she did.
There was nobody else who got it better than she did, and that’s what
sucked the most.
Chapter Six
It was after nine when Abigail
had left to go to the party. Her mom was already in bed, while her dad was
working in his office. She hadn’t even bothered saying goodbye to either of
them. Nobody would have noticed anyways, so what was the point in wasting the
extra words and breaths?
The house where the party was
taking place had been jam–packed with barely any room to walk, let alone
mingle. She’d managed to grab a bottle of water before heading to find her
position for the night, gulping it down in little time. She was in her element
here—with people—it’s what she did best; what she always enjoyed. But the
moment she found the room with the two dirty skanks surrounding a face planting
David, she knew that her night of
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