Follow You (Second Chances Series Book 3)

Turns out I was right...

If she won't believe me when I tell her I love her then I'll just have to show her. I pull her against me and kiss her. I kiss her like my life depends on it and honestly, in this moment, I think it might.

I lift her off her feet and she automatically wraps her legs around me. I squeeze her gorgeous ass in my hands and she has her hands in my hair. She's  kissing me with as much desperation as I'm kissing her and I want nothing more than to be inside her right now. I start to carry her towards her bedroom when the damn doorbell rings.

I ignore it and keep kissing her but she pulls her head back.

"Damn, I forgot I ordered food."

The bell rings again.

"Just ignore it."

She smiles but shakes her head.

"Just let me grab it and then we can continue this."

Reluctantly I set her on her feet and watch as she walks towards the door. She looks sexy as hell in her jeans and plan white tank top. With no bra. I quickly run ahead of her.

"I'll get it."

I hear her laugh as I open the door. Some young guy is standing there holding a bag of food. As I pull some money out of my wallet and shove it at him I see a big smile on his face. I know its not because of the tip because he's not looking at the money but instead he's looking passed me. Just then Abby walks up to the door.

"Thank y-"

I slam the door in the kids face and turn to walk towards the kitchen.

Abby follows me with her hands on her hips.

"What was that about?"

I set the food down and look at her.

"It was about the fact that you look sexy as hell right now and that guy was enjoying the view a little too much."

"Of my god, dont be ridiculous."

"Ridiculous?" Look at you. You in your white tank with no bra. Your nipples are still hard from our kiss. Your lips are all swollen and your cheeks flush. You look like you're dying to be fucked and that guy wanted to volunteer." I walk over to her and crouch down so we're eye level. "And let me make one think very clear Abigail. That's my job. Not the delivery guys, not any other other guy-" I point a finger at myself. "just me. I'm the only one who gets to fuck you."

I see a mixture of arousal and anger flash in her eyes. I know I'm being an ass but I can't seem to help it. The thought of another man touching her makes my heart sink in my chest. And considering she just up and left me, the possibility of another man touching her are probably pretty good.

"Your job?"

Okay so she settled on the anger.

"Your job. Really, Andrew? Well let me tell you something." She walks away a few feet and then abruptly turns back around and walks back to me so she can poke me in the chest. "You're fired!"

I grab her hand and pull her against me.

"The fuck I am."

My mouth finds hers and I pick up right where we left off. She goes along with it for a few minutes but then she pushes me away.

"Andrew, stop. We can't do this. As much as I want you to take me to bed right now, we can't."

I start to walk towards her but she puts up a hand and shakes her head no.

"Andrew, I'm serious. This isn't going to work. I'm not coming back to Cincinnati. I can't. It's too painful for me. I need to get back to what my life was before you." She takes a deep breath. "Before Olive. Please, try to understand."

"Understand? What I understand, Abigail, is that you're running scared. You're not willing to fight for us and that's all on you."

I feel myself battling with the urge to both cry and punch something at the same time. I too decide on anger.

"I'm here. I'm right fucking here! I'm willing to fight for you. For us. But if you aren't willing to at least try then I can't help you."

I grab my suitcase and walk towards the door. When I turn back to look at her I see the tears on her face.

"Later, when you look back on this moment just remember that I was here, ready and willing to give you  all of me. Remember that I am now and always will be in love with you. Remember that the pain that you're feeling over our daughter, our-" I point a finger back and forth between the two of us."daughter, is pain that I'm also feeling. And, Abby, remember that I  wanted, no I needed you, to help me heal my pain but you weren't willing."

I leave my bag by the door and walk to her.

"You were it for me. You were my one chance at happiness that I honestly didn't think I would ever get." I kiss her forhead. "Turns out I was right."

I grab my bag and walk out the door without looking back.