But the moment we set foot into the hotel room, work faded into the recesses of my mind.
“You hated Christmas, didn’t you?” Abby asked.
I sighed as I tossed my bag in the corner before I shrugged off my coat.
“Abby, I didn’t mean that the way it came out,” I said.
“Then enlighten me,” she said, as she sat on her bed. “Tell me what you meant.”
“I made a choice to spend Christmas with you. That’s all I meant,” I said.
“A choice you regretted,” she said.
“Hardly. Christmas was wonderful. I told you that over and over again that night.”
“While you were cock deep between my legs, sure. What I’ve come to find is that men will tell women anything just to stay there for a few more minutes,” she said.
“Is that what you think?” I asked. “You think I just told you those things so I could fuck you longer?”
“What am I supposed to think?” she asked, as she stood up. “I was under the impression that I was going to hear from you. That we were going to talk, or at least become friends, after what we went through. I didn’t just screw you that night, Colin. I—”
My eyes locked onto hers as I slowly took a step towards her.
“You what, Abby?” I asked.
I could see that flush rising to her cheeks as her chest rose and fell with her quick breaths. I slowly stalked her across the room, my eyes begging her to finish that sentence. I wanted to hear it from her. I wanted to hear how much she had wanted me. How it wasn’t just a fun little fuck over the holidays to make it more special.
I wanted to hear those words drip from her lips.
“You what, Abby?” I asked huskily.
“I sent an email to your secretary,” she said.
“It was forwarded to me,” I said.
“Then why didn’t you answer?”
“I—honestly don’t know,” I said.
“That’s all you’ve got?” she asked, snickering. “After Christmas and screwing by the fire and that little gift you had for me and even showing up on my parent’s doorstep. That’s all you have to say for yourself?”
I never thought I could feel like the strongest man and the smallest dick at the same time, but somehow Abby made me feel that way. As I hovered over her, her big, beautiful brown eyes searching mine, I felt powerful enough to wrap my arms around her and pull her towards me. I felt powerful enough to thrust my lips down upon hers and feel her melt into my arms.
But I also felt weak enough to melt into a puddle at her feet. A puddle of regret and bad decisions that brought us to this point.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“I don’t want your apologies,” she said breathlessly.
“Then what do you want? I’ve gotten us a hotel room. Twice, on this trip. I’ve paid for the rental car. Twice, on this trip. I’ve tried to understand you and I’ve tried to get you to settle down. And I thought things were better between us when we fucked last night but—”
“You think your cock’s good enough to make all of that just fine and dandy?” she asked.
“What I’m trying to say is—”
“It would be really nice if you sorted out what you were trying to say before you actually said it,” she said.
“So I don’t speak to you and it pisses you off, but when I do speak to you and you don’t like what I have to say, it pisses you off. Is there anything that doesn’t piss you off?” I asked.
“Doug didn’t piss me off,” she said.
“Because Doug was willing to be kind and soft with you.”
“And what’s wrong with that!?”
“Because I know that’s not what you want.”
“How the hell could you possibly know what I want?” she asked.
“Because I’ve spent personal, quality time with you.”
“Yeah. That amounts to maybe two weeks of our lives,” she said.
“Has anyone else spent that kind of intimate time with you?” I asked.
Her eyes danced between mine as I took another step towards her.
“Did your ex ever spend that kind of time trying to figure you out?” I asked.
“You’re not trying to figure me out,” she said. “And don’t you ever think you can bring that man up. I should’ve never told you about any of that shit that was going on with me.”
“I’m glad you did. Because you needed to talk with someone about it. I just wish you would talk with me now.”
“About what?” she asked.
“About why you’re so scared of the weather.”
I watched her falter for a split second before she puffed her chest out and bucked up to me.
“I don’t owe you a damn thing,” Abby said. “Now if you’ll excuse me—”
She turned to pull the covers back from the bed and I grabbed her wrist. She gasped at my touch as I tugged her towards me, her hands planting into my chest as I wrapped my arms around her. She tilted her gaze up towards mine, her pouty lips parted slightly in shock.
My eyes danced around her face before I slowly lowered my lips to hers.
At first, she pulled back. I could feel her take a step back from me. Her body stood tall on her feet, but her lips never left mine. I cupped her cold cheeks and ran my
