Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
When we’re both completely spent, he’s resting on his elbows over top of me. I wrap my legs and arms around him, pulling him down. His voice is gruff. “I’m going to smash you.”
I shake my head, and my voice is thick with emotion. “I don’t care. I need you to hold me.”
He moves to my side and pulls my naked body against his. His arms and leg are wrapped around me, and he’s whispering to me, telling me how good I am. “That was perfect, Abby. I thought I knew… fuck, I’ve never felt anything like it.”
I lean my cheek against his bare chest. His heart is thundering in my ear, but I don’t care. I hold on to him, wishing I never had to let him go.
CHAPTER 18
DAVIS
She was out cold when I left this morning. I even made some noise, but she wasn’t budging. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her sleep for awhile, images from last night replaying in my head.
A hundred times I told myself I needed to leave and go home, but I couldn’t force myself to get out of bed. Lying there with her body wrapped around mine, I felt truly alive for the first time ever, and I didn’t want to let it go. If it wasn’t for knowing that Jason would be at the gym waiting for me this morning, I never would have gotten out of that bed.
“Sorry I’m late,” I tell Jason as I walk in the gym. I still have the smell of Abby on me, and I’m not mad that I didn’t have time to shower. Call me a dirty bastard, I don’t care, but I like it.
Jason is sitting at a weight bench doing curls. “You’re fine. You know I don’t need you guys babysitting me.”
I roll my eyes. “Fuck off with that. You’ve been at the clinic for a week. We’re just trying to make sure you get adjusted okay, that’s all.”
The gym is empty this time of the morning, but I’m still surprised we’re the only two in here. Jason keeps working, and I set myself up on a rack next to him. We work silently, and I’m so into my own world that I jerk when Jason says, “So what’s going on? You’re quiet.”
I have the dumbbell over my head, and I bring it down slowly on the exhale. “Nothing’s going on.”
He’s quiet for just a minute and then starts again, a little breathless as he finishes a rep. “You going to talk to Zach?”
I grunt as I pull the bar back over my head. “Talk to Zach about what?”
He grabs the towel next to him and wipes his face off. “About how you’re in love with his little sister.”
I lower the bar and this time drop it, causing a big thud and the ground to shake. Jason jerks in his seated position, but he’s got a smirk on his face. He’s just trying to get me riled up.
I’m quiet as I rack another set of weights on the bar, but Jason is not giving up. “You can deny it all you want, but fuck, dude, I can’t even see your face, and I know what’s up. Zach is going to take one look at you and know for sure. You might as well figure it out before you see him.”
I lift the weight over my head, trying to concentrate, but it’s useless. When I lower the bar and drop it, I stand up and move over to Jason. “You need more weight?”
He grunts, hating to ask for help. “Yeah, can you grab the thirties?”
I take the twenty-five pound weights from him and set them on the rack before grabbing the thirties. As I’m giving them to him, I tell him quietly, “I’m not denying anything.”
He nods his head with a jerk. “I knew it.”
“You need a haircut,” I tell him.
Jason’s always worn his hair cut down to his scalp. It’s so long now, it’s hanging over his brow. “You’re one to talk.”
I look at him in confusion, and he just laughs. “Don’t look at me like that,” he says, stunning me again. “I may not be able to see, but I can hear, and the word on the street is you’re starting to look like Sasquatch with all that hair on your head.”
“Fuck you, man.”
He just laughs. “Yeah, fuck you too.”
We go back and forth for awhile and get a good workout in. After I walk with him back to his apartment, I get into my truck and head home. There’s plenty of things I need to be doing, but all I can think about is getting back to Abby. We didn’t talk about the future. Hell, we hardly talked at all.
And I know we need to.
Determined to do just that, I grab donuts and coffee from the Sugar Glaze Bakery and then make my way across town to Abby’s house. My stomach knots when I see a sports car sitting in the driveway, but I pull up beside it and park. When I get out, Alexis comes running to me. “Davis!” she screams.