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“What do you have?”
“Dessert.” Drake lifts his hands, revealing a bag of strawberry Twizzlers.
“You remembered.”
He hands me the bag. I pull it open, grab a Twizzler for myself, take a bite, and hand one to Drake. “And they’re strawberry.”
“That’s your favorite.”
“It is. I can’t believe you remember.”
“I haven’t forgotten a single thing from that night.”
I rip off another bite and chew it slowly, wondering what I’m supposed to say to that. All that comes out is the truth. “Neither have I.”
Drake’s eyes fall to my mouth. For a moment, I wonder if he’s going to kiss me. And if he does, there’s no way I’ll be able to push him away. He blinks several times and then shoves his hands in his pockets and spins around.
“Hannah said you need help putting something together?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. Follow me.”
* * * *
Drake
It only takes twenty minutes to put Abigail’s bedframe together, so I take my assistance a step further and make the bed using a stack of sheets and comforter I find sitting in the corner. When I’m done, I walk through the small apartment and find her rearranging the cabinets in the kitchen.
“That bed is huge. It barely fits in the room.”
Abigail turns around, hops up on the counter, and pulls the band from her hair. Black waves tumble over her shoulders, and my mind drifts back, remembering what it felt like to have the tips of her hair tickle my thighs as she rode my cock. I’m immediately lost in the memory of her nails digging into my chest, sweet moans of whispered pleasure, and the way her body felt wrapped around mine.
“Drake?”
“Yeah?” I say, snapping out of it.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“Not a word. Sorry, I spaced out.”
Abigail smiles as she twists her silky locks on top of her head. “I was telling you about how weird it was moving into a furnished apartment.”
“Is it part of your contract with the agency?”
“Yes. They pay for the housing and travel, and I get a meal stipend. I just wish they would’ve told me I’d have to put all the furniture together. I didn’t exactly have the tools to do it.”
“I had all the tools I needed back there.”
“That’s because I made an emergency trip to the hardware store and told the worker I needed all the equipment to put together a bed frame and coffee table. Tools were not among Hannah and Brad’s wedding gifts.”
“You should’ve called me. I would’ve brought the tools over. You didn’t have to go buy them.”
“I would’ve, except I don’t have your number.” Abigail looks down and adds, “Plus, I wasn’t sure where we stood after yesterday.”
I hate that Abigail is here, in my hometown, mere feet away from me, and I can’t be with her. I can’t touch her or hold her; all I can do is look at her. But what I hate even more is that she thought for a second she couldn’t reach out to me.
I tip my chin and nod toward her phone sitting on the counter. “Toss me your phone.”
She flips it across the room, and I catch it against my chest. I pull up her contacts, add my number, and toss it back.
