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“Fuck the rules. This is our life,” Drake declares. And then he leans in close, as if he’s telling me a secret. “And the way I see it, some rules are meant to be broken. I like you, Abigail, more than I’ve ever liked another woman.”
“I like you too, but I don’t want you to risk your job because of me.”
“Trust me, they’re not going to fire me.”
My eyes widen. “Then they’ll fire me, and if that happens, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
“They aren’t going to fire you. I would never let that happen.”
“I’m not sure you’d have much of a say.”
“Abigail, I’m done pretending these feelings I have for you don’t exist. You’re only here for a short time, and I want to spend as much of it with you as possible.”
“Drake—”
“I want more than work and stolen moments. I want this. I want to cuddle on the couch and take you sledding. I want to laugh with you and kiss you whenever I feel like kissing you.”
“What happens when I leave?”
“I guess we’ll have to cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I want that too. The kisses, I mean. And the laughter and dates. Maybe you can take me snowshoeing.”
Drake scoots closer to me on the couch. “I would love to take you snowshoeing.”
“I’m probably going to suck at it.”
“I don’t care. Abigail?”
“Yes?”
“We’re really going to do this?”
“If by this you mean break some rules and give in to this insane attraction to each other, then yes, we’re really going to do this.”
Drake takes the empty mug from my hands and sets it on the coffee table with his. And then he cups my face and takes my mouth in a heated kiss.
This kiss is so much more than the ones we shared at the park.
This kiss holds promises of what’s to come. Threading my fingers through his hair, I pull him close. His hands fall to my hips. He lifts me up to straddle his lap, and not once do we break the kiss.
* * * *
Drake
“Wait, Abigail.”
She pulls her lips from mine and looks down at me. “What’s wrong?”
Her hair falls forward, creating the perfect curtain. I push my fingers through her soft locks so I can see her beautiful face. “Nothing is wrong, but I don’t want to do this here.”
A shy smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, but her words are much more brazen. “Then I suggest you take me back to your room.”
She shrieks when I lift her into my arms and stride purposefully down the hall. I kick open my bedroom door and position her on the center of my bed. She reaches for me, but I pull back. Hooking my fingers in the sides of her pants, I give them a little tug. Abigail lifts her hips, and I slide her pants, along with her panties, down her legs and toss them aside. Her shirt and bra are the next things to go, and when she’s lying naked in front of me, I nearly swallow my tongue.
