***Complete***Book 3 in a series involving the same group of friends**
Andrew Miller had a difficult upbringing and as a result his friends are his family. He worked hard to build a life for himself and wants nothing more than to find someone to sha...
Abigail and I spent most of Wednesday naked and in bed. We had three weeks to make up for and it will be at least another three before I see her again. Thursday I worked while she worked on editing her digital photos.
Now it's Friday and we're in her dark room where she's showing me how to develop pictures from film. I love watching her work and listening to her talk about the people and places in the photographs. She truly is an amazing artist and human being.
"Abby, these are stunning. The way you captured these people and places, I feel like I'm there." I stop in front of one of the pictures she's hung up to dry. "I think this little boy fell in love with you."
She turns to me and gives a little laugh. "Why do you say that?"
"Because he's not looking at the lens like the other children. I'm sure he's looking at you and that sly little smile says it all."
"His name is Aabhass. He was incredibly sweet and a big help to me while I was there." She gives a little smile of her own. "He will definitely be a heartbreaker when he gets older."
"How do you handle going and meeting all of these people and getting to know them and then leaving them and never seeing them again?"
"Some people I keep in touch with, through email, phone calls or facetime, if they have access, and if they don't then we'll write to each other and send pictures or other little things. When we're done in here I can show you some of the things I've received. I have albums with the letters and pictures in them."
"I'd love to see them."
After dinner she shows me the albums. There are over a hundred different hand written notes, drawings and pictures. You can tell that she leaves a lasting mark on the people she meets.
"Do you really think you'll want to give all this up some day?"
"I'll always want to travel. I love it. I love seeing new places and meeting new people. But, yes I think one day I'll be ready to stop having it be my job. One day I'll want to settle down and have kids and just travel once or twice a year for fun with my family." She gets a sad smile on her face. "I loved my family vacations with my parents. We traveled all over the world and my parents made it so much fun. They were very social and everywhere we went they made at least three new friends that they stayed in touch with. That's why I do what I do. I found a way to turn my love for travel and people, which I learned from them, into a profession." She turns and looks at me. "But I takes its toll. I haven't had a real relationship in long time, I miss my friends and after a while with all the time changes and travel you just get tired. Plus, I have another passion and that's psychology. I want to help people."
"Well, I think you'll make a great psychologist whenever you decide you're ready for that. People seem to gravitate towards you." I push a strand of hair behind her ear. "You have a way about you that puts people at ease. You can tell that just by looking at your photographs."
"Thank you." She gives me a gentle kiss. "That means a lot to me."
"You're welcome." I kiss her this time, however, my kiss isn't light. Things quickly heat up and before long we're both naked and she's straddling me on the couch.
She throws her head back and closes her eyes as she moves against me. I have one hand on her hip helping to move her in a rhythm that seems to be working for both of us. I take my other hand and run my finger down her throat, over her tight nipple and down her taut stomach. Then I move down to her clit and lighty rub it in a way that I know she likes. Her head comes up and she looks me in the eyes as she takes her beautiful little breasts in her hands.
"Andrew, you feel so good." I increase the pressure on her clit and she bites her lip and moans. "Yes, just like that." She takes my face in her hands and kisses me just as I feel her start to tighten around me. She moves faster on top of me and I feel my own orgasm building. She moans into my mouth as she finds her release and I follow quickly behind her.
Afterwards, she's lying in my arms on the couch with a blanket thrown over both of us. I'm running my fingers through her hair and I feel my eyes getting heavy so I close them.
"Are you ready to tell me about your phone call with your mother?"
My eyes fly open. Part of me wants to change the subject because I'm enjoying our time together and I don't want to end up in a bad mood. But I know I can't keep avoiding the topic with her so I tell her everything. As I talk she lifts her head and rests it on my chest so she can see my face.
"Wow. A sister. That must be exciting and infuriating at the same time."
I let out a little laugh. She amazes me. She gets it, she gets me.
"Exactly." I roll so we're both on our sides facing each other. "How'd you know that?"
"Well it's not hard to figure out. On one hand, it's exciting to think you have a sibling out there. Someone new to love and have in your life. But on the other hand, he left because he couldn't be a father but then it turns out he could be one. Just not to you." She cups the side of my face. "That must of hurt."
I close my eyes for a second and just breathe. She hit the nail on the head. It hurt. Was I not good enough? What was so wrong with me that he couldn't be a dad to me but he could be one to Maggie?
"Hey." She waits until I open my eyes and look at her. "You know that what happened is in no way a reflection of the kind of person you are, right? It, however, speaks volumes to the kind of man your father is."
She really is unbelievable. She knows just what I'm thinking and she knows just what to say to make me feel better. If I'm not careful I'm going to fall head over heals in love with this women and if that happens I have a feeling she will break my heart.
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