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“I wish I could come watch you play.”
“Soon,” he promises, kissing my head again before shifting off the bed.
“Guess you’ll have to bring your guitar over and give me a private show.”
“I think that can be arranged,” he tells me, crossing around to my side of the bed. “Call me if you need anything.” He leans forward, supporting his weight by pressing his hands into the mattress next to me.
“I think Claire has me covered, but yes, I’ll call if I need anything.”
“Promise you won’t disappear on me again.” He leans in further so that his face is hovering inches from mine.
“I promise. I’ll be right here.”
He closes the distance between us, laying a soft kiss to my lips.
It’s the lightest touch–a brush of his mouth against mine, but it’s enough to ignite an inferno through my veins.
“Goodnight, Finley.” He smiles, pushing up into a full stand.
“Goodnight, Abel.” I offer him a small wave as he backs slowly out of the room.
Pausing at the door, he stares at me for a long moment.
“I thought you were leaving,” I say after several seconds of silence have stretched between us.
“I’m finding it hard to make myself,” he admits, causing a full blown smile to slide across my face.
He smiles and damn it if that dimple doesn’t pop out making my heart flutter against my ribs.
“Go. I’ll be fine.”
“Maybe it’s not you I’m worried about.”
I pull my bottom lip into my mouth to keep myself from professing my love for him right here on the spot. Things between Abel and I have progressed at rapid speed, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to start throwing out the L word just yet. Even if I feel it, I’m not ready to say it. Some things need time and this is one of them.
“You’re going to be late.” Glancing at the clock on my bedside table, I see it’s already after eight o’clock which seems impossible.
We’ve been in my room talking for nearly four hours and yet it feels like only minutes have passed since he got here.
“Okay.” He lets out an exhale. “I’m going,” he says, still not moving.
“I’m waiting.” I laugh, crossing my arms in front of myself.
“Fuck.” He chuckles. “Okay, I really am going.” He peels open the door and steps into the hallway before once again turning back toward me. “What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?”
“Abel!” I laugh, pointing in the vicinity of the front door.
“Fine. I’ll surprise you.” He grins. “Goodnight, Finley.”
“Goodnight.” The ridiculous smile on my lips only gets bigger when he walks away.
I feel so happy I swear I could get out of this bed and run laps, screaming it to the world.
I don’t know how he does it. I don’t know how he makes me feel like everything is perfect when in reality it’s far from it.
I want to bottle up this feeling so that whenever I’m feeling weak or down I can open it up and remember how I feel right now in this very moment. Beautiful. Loved. Wanted.
It’s everything I’ve always desired. The perfect man. The epic love story. A life that amounts to more than just surviving. And Abel is giving that to me. Piece by piece. Minute by minute. Word by word. He’s writing our story. And what a perfect story it’s turning out to be.
