Follow You (Second Chances Series Book 3)

What do you want...

I see the look of suprise on Abigal's face.

"Wow. That's a lot. Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's not much to talk about. I told my uncle I didn't want anything to do with them."

Out of the corner of my eye I see her take a sip of her drink and then turn towards me.

"Andrew."

She waits until I eventually turn and look at her.

"I know they hurt you and I know you're pissed off and angry at them. You have every right to be. But don't you at least want to think about it? Look at it from your standpoint. You could maybe get answers for yourself or at the very least tell them how you feel and maybe, just maybe, get some closure."

She makes some valid points but just the thought of being in the same room as both my parents makes me want to break something. But she's right, I should at least think about it for a few days.

"Okay. I'll think about it. But I'm not promising anything."

"Okay, good. You'll have to keep me updated on what you decide."

I turn fully towards her now and take her hand in mine.

"So how do you want to do this long distance thing?"

"Well Shani is ten and a half hours ahead of Cincinnati and Santorini is seven hours so we'll have to keep that in mind for phone calls or video chats. But we can email whenever. And then if you want you could always come for a visit in Chicago when I'm home for that two weeks between trips."

I push the hair behind her ear.

"I would like that very much."

"Okay, it's a date then."

"It's a date."

We finish our breakfast and clean up. Then we decide to go to Abby's hotel and pack up all her stuff. Then she checks out early since she's agreed to stay at my place until she leaves tomorrow evening.

I take her to an art gallery in the Hyde park area. They're showcasing a pretty provocative photographer. As we walk around and look at the amazing photographs we talk about our mutual love for art.

"So have you always had a appreciation for art?" She asks as we look at a photograph of a woman completely in silhouette wearing nothing but a large hat.

"My grandma use to paint. It was just a hobby for her but she loved it and she loved all kinds of art. It's something she taught me about and I fell in love with the beauty of it."

"Do you have a favorite artist or medium?"

I stand behind her and wrap my arms around her waist as I speak into the side of her neck.

"Well, I've become very found of this amazingly talented photographer named Abigail Anderson. Have you heard of her?"

As I kiss the side of her neck she laughs.

"I think I've heard of her before."

"Not only is she talented, she's also beautiful, funny, smart and really, really fucking good in bed."

She turns in my arms and pushes at me as her cheeks turn pink.

I lean forward and whisper in her ear.

"It's adorable how you can blush like that in public but when we're alone you can tell me exactly what you want and you can make yourself come while I watch."

I kiss the tip of her nose before turning and walking to the next photograph.

I see her debating something in her head before she walks over to me and stands next to me.

"Do you know what I want right now?"

I turn my head to the side to look at her but she continues to stare at the photograph.

"What do you want right now Abigail?"

She turns to look me right in the eye.

"I want to taste you. All of you. I want to suck your dick until I make you come and I get to taste every last drop."

I give her a slow smile.

"Fuck yeah. Let's do that."

She starts cracking up laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"You are. You just got the look of teenage boy who's about to get his first blow job."

"What, I'm excited. I haven't had the pleasure of you sucking me dry yet but from the brief time you had that mouth of yours wrapped around me I can tell that I'm going to throughly enjoy it."

I move closer to her and put my finger under her chin so she has to look at me.

"I love the idea of you being on your knees in front of me and looking up at me as you take as much of me as you can. And then once your done I want to taste myself on your tongue."

She licks her lip and then bites it.

"Then what would happen?"

I move her hair off her shoulder and whisper in her ear again.

"Then I'd bend you over the bed, or table or whatever, and eat that sweet pussy and ass of yours until you come and I'm hard again and then I'd fuck you from behind."

She moans and I feel her shiver.

"Yes please."

Now it's my turn to laugh.

"Are you ready to go back to my place? Or do you want to look at more art?"

She pulls back and looks me in the eye.

"Take me home, Andrew."

So I take her home and we live out every bit of the fantasy we layed out in the middle of the art gallery. It's even better than I could of imagined.

As we lay naked, sprawled out on my bed, I tell her just that.

"See, I knew you'd be fucking fantastic at that."

She rolls over so she can see my face.

"Thanks. You're really good at everything."

I laugh.

"Right back at you babe." I roll on my side to face her. "So are we going to keep this sex marathon going or do you want to actually get up and get ready to go out to eat?"

"Do you want to see if any of the gang want to get together for dinner? We could go out or they could come here and we could cook."

Part of me wants to say no because I want as much time alone with her as possible but they're her friends too and she isn't going to see them for a long time either.

"Lets go out. I'll send out a text and see who's in while you shower."

I figure that way we can be alone after dinner instead of having people hang out here all night. Its selfish, I know, but I can't help it. I only have twenty four hours left with her and I want to enjoy them as much as possible.