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“You love me?” she rasped. His brows tightened, like he was trying to remember what all he said. Then his cheeks turned pink as he dipped his head.
“I was going to tell you tonight,” he muttered. “Way to ruin things.”
“You love me?” she repeated, her voice still croaky. “You love me. You, Jett. Love me, Abbie.”
“Yes,” he laughed. “I love you.”
She wasn’t sure she was breathing. And knowing her, she likely wasn’t.
She forced herself to take a deep breath. He loved her.
He loved her.
“I love you, too,” she whispered. A slow grin spread across his face.
“Yeah?” he breathed, sliding his hand against her cheek, cupping her face.
“Yeah.” She nuzzled into it, savoring his safe warmth.
“Say it again, baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips.
“I love you, Jett.” His breath hitched, then his mouth descended on hers again, kissing her harder. Heat filled her body, coiling her lower stomach tighter as he gripped her waist and pulled her tighter.
“Fuck, I love you.”
“Show me,” she breathed against his lips, and he grinned.
“You don’t make the rules, pretty girl. And you can’t fuck up my plans for tonight.”
“We’re still doing it?” she asked excitedly, pulling away.
“Yeah, baby. If you still want to.”
“Yes!” she cried. “Don’t change your mind. I’m ready.” He grinned, nipping her lips again.
“I hope so.”
twenty-seven
He smoothed his hand over his head, making sure his hair wasn’t sticking out in weird directions. He needed a haircut desperately, but he’d been too preoccupied with Abbie to take the time to do it. But he had made time to trim his beard tonight, shaping it closer to his square jaw.
Nerves tightened his stomach as he stared at himself in the mirror. Despite eating together a million times, this would be their first official date. He would’ve counted the first time they met as their first date, but Abbie didn’t want that to be it. She’d been too nervous.
At the time, he’d thought it was cute, if not a bit silly to be nervous for a date. He’d been on a million dates and had never been anxious about it. Never thought it wouldn’t go well.
But now he understood.
Because he was more nervous for tonight than he’d been for anything in his entire life. Not even when he was sentenced to five years in prison was he this anxious. But tonight was about more than just a date with his girl. He was taking her virginity, something he didn’t take lightly.
She was special, and deserved something soft and sweet and special. And he wanted to give her that. He wanted to give her the whole world.
But knowing where she came from, the money she had growing up, he couldn’t help but feel a bit inadequate. He’d never be able to give her a mansion, or take her on a five-star vacation. He’d never have more in his bank account than the few grand he currently had in it.
Could she live that kind of life forever? She thought she could now, but she was young. She didn’t know what she wanted. What if one day she woke up and changed her mind? Realized she’d wasted her time with some poor ex-con mechanic when she could’ve been married to some guy with more money than he knew what to do with.
Maybe he was nervous about tomorrow night, about meeting her parents. Maybe it was a mix of everything that was driving him insane. That was likely it, but even knowing what the source of his anxiety was didn't help him squash it.
He’d be anxious until they were wrapped around each other in his bed tomorrow night after dinner.
