"Here, let me get that for you."
Abby looks up, seeing that it's Tyler. She can't talk.. or even breathe. When she looked into his face, all she saw was his expressions and pure satisfaction from her dream. She blushes and hurries inside. As she walks up to the counter, she can feel him behind her. As if he was a hawk, watching her every move. She can feel his glare on the back of her neck, it's like he's in her mind, taking over.
"Ma'am?" The cashier asks, "Are you okay?" Abby hears. She blinks a couple times, zoning back into the present. She had gotten so lost in the thought of Tyler, that she wasn't even paying attention to the man trying to talk to her.
"Yes, sorry. I'm fine. Can I get a medium French Vanilla Extreme to go, please?" She says quietly, hoping that Tyler didn't notice how awkward she felt with him behind her. Hell, she didn't even know if he was actually staring at her. But it can't hurt to hope. Every other morning, she'd ask how he was, or simply smile at him. But ever since she woke up, she didn't think she would be able to control herself with him near. It felt like it truly did happen. It was like she was a lioness, ready to attack, and have her dominant take control and soothe her whole entire body. As the cashier hands her the coffee, she quickly exits. Making sure that she didn't look at him. Not even a peak.
As she sits outside on the bench in front of the shop, she's actually grateful that it's autumn. Her body was getting so heated having him around that it felt good to get out and have the wind blow on her face and through her hair.
"How are you this morning, Abby?" she hears in a very masculine voice. Oh my gosh, even his voice made her melt. "Fine. I'm just fine. And yourself?"
"Lonely." He says as he stares at her, giving her a wink, and walking away.
