If Blythe had designs on making a move, it wouldn’t matter what she was wearing, but if Blythe didn’t, her outfit would be an embarrassment.
Abby put on her shorts and T-shirt, leaving the more risqué outfit in her bag. She glanced in the mirror one last time, trying to suppress the terror in her eyes. It wasn’t like she’d never slept with a woman, but it had been nearly two years. When her on-again, off-again, girlfriend, if she could call it that, picked up and moved to L.A., she’d not been with anyone else.
When Abby entered the bedroom, Blythe was bent over the computer like she had been last night. But she’d changed out of her dinner outfit and wore a white tank top and a pair of shorts. Abby admired her tanned, freckled shoulders. Despite Ricki’s teasing, Blythe was too muscular not to work out.
“Do you lift weights?” Abby asked.
Blythe turned around and flashed a smile. She flexed her biceps. “Are you checking me out?”
Abby’s cheeks heated.
Blythe jumped to her feet. “You’re adorable when you’re embarrassed.” Blythe moved beside Abby and put her arm around her before she held up her cellphone. “I’ve gotta get a picture of this.” After Blythe snapped a few photos, she said, “We’re finally alone.”
The words caused Abby’s heart to race. What did Blythe mean? Was she flirting, or was it just an observation?
After taking a deep breath, Abby said, “We are.” She’d tried for a low and sexy tone, but she feared it came out more like a breathless frog.
“So what would you like to do?” Blythe turned and faced Abby. Her mischievous eyes had changed, or was it just Abby’s imagination?
Was it attraction? Lust? Or something else? Abby needed to say something since Blythe was staring at her, waiting for an answer. “Uh, what do you want to do?”
Ugh.That was the wishy-washiest, unsexiest thing she could have said.
Blythe reached out and pushed an errant strand of hair behind Abby’s ear. “I really do like your hair down.”
“Thanks.” Abby couldn’t maintain eye contact with Blythe.
“Am I making you nervous? I don’t mean to.”
Abby looked up into Blythe’s twinkly brown eyes. There was something familiar—comfortable—about Blythe. “I’m naturally nervous.” Abby admitted, surprising herself.
“But doImake you nervous?” Blythe took a step toward her.
“Not in the traditional sense.” What the hell did that even mean? She knew what it meant, but would Blythe?
“You’ll need to explain.” Blythe grinned, and Abby’s gaze shifted to her perfect white teeth.
“I mean, I feel comfortable with you—with you and Ricki. It surprised me. I thought I’d be a nervous wreck all weekend, but you put me at ease.”
“That’s good.” Blythe leaned back and pretended to study Abby. “Isn’t it?”
“Yeah. Yeah.” Abby twirled the bottom of her T-shirt between her fingers. She glanced at Blythe’s bed. Her eyes widened.Shit.What impression had she just given?
Blythe surprised Abby when she laughed. “Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t turn you down, but your expression says tonight is causing you anxiety.” Blythe pointed at the bed. “That is causing you stress.”
Abby nodded slightly but kept her gaze focused on the floor.
“How about we make a deal?” Blythe put her hand under Abby’s chin and lifted it so their eyes met. “No pressure to doanything this weekend. We don’t have to rush into anything. Would that be okay?”
Relief, tinged with a little disappointment, flooded through Abby. For the past week, she’d envisioned a romantic weekend, and this was far from it. But this was better, wasn’t it? She’d devoured too many romance novels where the couple’s passion ignited the moment their eyes met. Then they’d ravish each other’s bodies once they touched, but that wasn’t real life. It was better to get to know Blythe first, so they’d both be comfortable.
“I’d like that.” Abby didn’t want it to be a platonic weekend. After all, she was still a hopeless romantic, so she mustered up her courage. “I could go for a kiss, though.”
Surprise fleeted across Blythe’s face before she recovered, and her swagger returned. Her eyes twinkled as she ran her tongue teasingly over her top lip. “I think that can be arranged.”
Blythe put her hand against the side of Abby’s neck and moved forward. She stood a few inches taller than Abby, so she bent her head, and her lips brushed Abby’s.
A pulse ran through Abby as their kiss intensified. She pressed against Blythe and wrapped her arm around Blythe’s back.
