He stood like a statue. “What are you wearing?” he asked. “What are you doing?”
“Can I come in?” I asked again.
“Uh… sure.”
I slowly made my way in, and we found ourselves cramped in his small hallway. Magnum pawed at me, excited. I scratched the top of his head. “Nice to see you too, buddy.”
Gavin shot an arm out and gestured to the kitchen. “You go back to your bed, Magnum.” Magnum stared at the floor, turned around and obeyed his master. He was such a sweet dog.
Gavin stared at me in disbelief. “What are you doing here, Abigail?”
I closed the door behind us, and leaned against it seductively, not taking my eyes off his. He was in sweats and a t-shirt, feet bare.
“You look different…” he said, his words almost a whisper. He definitely liked what he saw.
I smiled playfully. “I’ve missed you…” My words were meant to be flirtatious, but I certainly wasn’t very practiced in the art of seduction. Most of what I had learned was from watching Izzie in action. I was attempting to channel her. I was, after all, wearing her trashy panties.
He couldn’t take his eyes off me. I pulled at the loop of my belt seductively, not breaking eye contact. I wanted to see his reaction when he finally saw me, when he finally discovered the woman I’d become.
He stood, helpless, watching me as I pried the belt loose, as I leisurely undid the first shiny black button. Then… the second. And finally… the last one. When I slowly pulled off the jacket and let it fall to the floor, he swallowed hard. I was in nothing but the lacy undies and tall boots. I felt vulnerable, exposed. My breasts were not as big as his trampy friend’s, my hips not as curvy. He closed his eyes, but just for a fraction of a second. His gaze was greedy, desperately wanting to take me in.
His lips parted open, but no words escaped. His eyes traveled over me with no apology, down the length of body, over every small curve. He shut his eyes once again and rubbed at his face. “Abigail… you can’t do this. You can’t be here.”
My heart was pounding so hard, I thought I might die. “Open your eyes, Gavin,” I begged. “Open your eyes and see me. I’m not just a kid anymore.”
He took a step back and looked at me again. He indulged in me a few delicious seconds before lowering his gaze and turning away. “You need to go, kid.”
I threw my head back, livid. I don’t know if it was because he’d called me ‘kid’, but I desperately wanted to break him down. I needed to get to him, to make him mine. I reached for him and grabbed his arm. “Look at me,” I scoffed.
He whipped around, and I pressed myself hard against him, shoving us both against the wall. I splayed my hand against his chest and slid it down his torso until I could feel his arousal. “You like what you see?” I whispered.
A soft moan escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes. He was helpless in my hands. “You like what you see?” I asked again.
Eyes shut, he replied, “What do you think, Abigail?”
“You want to fuck me?” I breathed, the words surprising not only him, but myself too.
He bit his bottom lip and with a pained breath, he whispered against my ear. “Abigail, don’t… Don’t talk like that. It’s… not you.”
He stared at his feet, refusing to look at me. My hand was still pressed against his erection, and he grabbed my arms forcefully and pushed me back to the opposing wall. He pulled at the collar of his t-shirt. “You need to get the fuck out… now,” he snapped. He picked up my jacket from the floor, and scrambled to cover me as fast as he could. “You’re fifteen, kid. You can’t be here like this.”
“Who was she?”
He stilled. “Who?”
“The woman who was here before, the one with the red heels and big tits.”
He shifted, hands still pressed against me, keeping me covered. “A girl I’m seeing.”
My heart sank. “Are you having sex with her?”
He blew out a long breath, the heat of it warming my cheek. “Yes… I am. I’m having sex, Abigail. I’m a twenty-five year old man and I like sex.”
“That’s what you like, I guess… women like her.”
He stared at the wall, and visible anger etched his features. “God, Abigail. You’re going to be the end of me.” He grabbed me hard, too hard, and flipped me around to face the door. “Now you need to get out of here.” He opened the door and shoved me out without apology, so harshly, I almost fell down the three steps. Thankfully I held on to the railing just in time. He slammed the door shut.
When I got my balance back, I quickly scrambled and slipped my jacket back on. I was okay. I was upright and walking. I was fine.
But my heart was another matter. It was in complete shambles.
