“I’m adding a movie to our pumpkin carving tomorrow,” I tell her.
“Okay,” she answers.
We climb back into the wagon, this time with our massive pumpkin. I set it on the floor of the wagon at our feet and pull the blanket back up over our laps. Abby sits just a little bit closer to me on the ride back to the front of the orchard and it’s everything. Her thigh ever so gently brushes mine with every little bump or dip the wagon hits. She shivers in the crisp, night air. I’ll take every little step that she’s willing to give me. Her trust in me is everything.
“Are you cold?” I ask her.
“Just a little,” she says. “But I’m okay.”
“Here, take my jacket,” I offer as I slide the old canvas jacket down my arms and wrap it around her. I have to say, I love the look of her bundled up in my coat.
“Thank you,” she says softly as we enjoy the rest of the ride around the orchard in the cool, night air. The stars are out and it’s a beautiful night—but not as beautiful as Abigail.
We pull back into the front of the orchard and I carry our pumpkin to the back of the wagon. I have to set it down before jumping down myself. I reach out for Abigail and place her gently on the ground, giving her a little hug before I release her and then I turn and grab our bounty.
I walk her to the truck and stop and set her pumpkin down before pulling the keys from my pocket and unlocking the door. I pull it open and help her inside. When Abby looks at me, I wink making her blush again, before closing the door softly behind her. Then I load up our big, orange buddy in the back seat before running around to the driver’s side and jumping in.
I drive Abby back to the hotel debating the entire time if I should try and kiss her at the door. I really want to kiss her. One little kiss won’t be so bad, right?
I shouldn’t have worried because as soon as I pulled into the parking lot of the motel, Abigail jumps out running for the motel. I’m not even sure the truck had stopped moving before she hurled herself out.
Shit.
I put it in park and climb out, following her up the stairs. My long legs easily catching up to her even though her short legs are working double time.
“Was the date so bad you had to run away?” I ask softly.
“No,” she sighs. “It was perfect. Story book perfect.”
“Then why did you run?” I ask.
“Because you scare me,” she says. “I don’t want to want you.”
“But you do?” I ask her, my voice husky. “Want me, that is?”
“Yeah,” she says, and she sounds so forlorn.
“I swear to you, Abigail, that you can trust me. I won’t hurt you.”
“I know,” she says, and her words burn through my chest and light a fire in me. I land my mouth on hers for a fast, hard kiss.
Abigail blossoms underneath me letting out a beautiful little moan as she opens up for me. I lick into her mouth eager to taste her but I remind myself the Abby needs slow as much as my dick and I want full speed ahead. Her tongue meets mine in a hesitant but soul blistering kiss. When I pull back from her we’re both panting to catch our breath. I lean in a kiss her forehead, her eyes tipping closed as I do. She has the sweetest responses. This woman could easily take me to my knees in the forever and always kind of a way if I’m not careful. There are some decisions to be made here.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Abby,” I tell her. “I’ll pick you up at noon.”
“I’ll see you then, Tanner,” she says before slipping through the door and I want to fist pump I’m so happy. Whether she wants to or not, Abigail knows that she can trust me.
Until tomorrow, Abigail Williams. Until tomorrow.
