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It really wasn't much of a surprise that Abby was a terrific cook. The pot roast reminded him of home and the chocolate cake was heaven. He could definitely get used to having Abby cook for him every night. After dinner they returned to the living room. John sprawled on the couch as Abby nervously perched beside him. The ticking of the clock seemed unbearably loud in the silence. John was getting used to the silence. Abby wasn't chatty like a lot of chicks he knew. She could have a perfectly intelligent conversation but didn't feel the need to fill every second with noise.

"What now?" the words startled Abby as they left her mouth. Now if that wasn't straight from the Idiot Hall of Fame, nothing was.

John couldn't help but laugh. Abby was so nervous she was fairly vibrating. It was kinda cute. Not that he wanted her to be nervous but she was interesting when she fluttered. He reached over, taking her hand. "It's okay, Abby." His blue eyes locked with hers a moment as she laughed nervously.

"I'm sorry. I'm usually not so … skittish." Abby looked down at her hand, clutched lightly in his much larger one.

"I don't mean to make you nervous." The low timbre of John's voice made her shiver. Oh yeah, she really did have a reason to be nervous. Having him so close was so damned distracting. And overwhelming. Every time he got near it was hard to breathe.

"You're just so big." The words slipped out before Abby realized what she had said. John leaned his head back, laughing long and deep. He'd been called a lot of things in his day but this was new. Leave it to Abby to be full of surprises. Abby wanted to crawl in a deep, dark hole and die. She had never said anything so damned stupid in her life.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it . . ."

"Abby, don't apologize. You're just being honest." John tugged her closer until she was half sitting, half resting against him.

Something deep inside her told Abby that she could trust him. Trust just didn't come easily any more. She didn't want to trust him – trust led to bad decisions – bad decisions led to heartache. Abby wasn't sure if she could survive another bad relationship. John watched the unsure emotions play across Abby's face. Instinct told him that she was fighting what she was feeling. He got the impression that she didn't want to fall for him. In a way, he couldn't blame her. All it took was one bad burn to make a woman leery of getting involved. If he was going to prove himself to her, he'd have his work cut out for him. He reached for the remote and flicked on the T.V. Maybe she would relax if they found something to put her mind on other than her emotions. After channel surfing for a few moments John settled on a re-run of The Fast and the Furious.

One look at John's face was all Abby needed to reassure her that he wasn't going to push. With a sigh Abby let herself relax against his side. Biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling, John enjoyed the feel of Abby as she snuggled against him. After a second or two she finally stilled, her head resting lightly against his shoulder. He couldn't recall the last time he had felt so comfortable. Being around Abby was almost too calming. Her easy presence made him want to spend hours right where he was.

Having John so near made it hard for Abby to concentrate on the movie. Her thoughts were moving a mile a minute. She wanted to ask him about himself; wanted to find out what made him laugh, what drove him insane. Absently, she traced the thick veins on the back of his hand with a finger. He hand great hands – long, blunt fingers, slightly rough palms. Not the hands of a man who was afraid of hard work. Actually, everything about John made her think he wasn't the kind of man that was afraid to break a sweat. The tall, well-built male usually didn't suit her but John was irresistible. Small wonder. What woman wouldn't appreciate those gorgeous blue eyes, those too-adorable dimples or those well sculpted pecs? Abby whimpered softly, feeling the heat her wayward thoughts were causing.

It was almost impossible for John not to squirm as Abby continued tracing a single finger along the back of his hand . He glanced down, taking in the far-away look in her eyes. She was distracted by whatever she was thinking. He tried to control his breathing as her fingertip moved down the length of his thumb. It's getting hot in here. John forced his gaze away from Abby and back to the movie, commanding himself not to let his thoughts wander THERE. For a moment he felt a flicker of hope; he could control himself. He had to. He was pretty sure he could control himself – until he heard Abby make a soft sound as she rubbed her cheek against him.

Damn. John realized the situation had gone critical. Two options presented themselves: one was to end their evening and get the hell out, the other was to see how things ended on their own. Either way, he was screwed. He wasn't sure which would be the better choice. Looking down at Abby, he was even more torn. Her eyes were full of indecision. He realized she was feeling the same way.

Nervously licking her bottom lip, Abby looked into John's eyes. She didn't miss the flicker of desire that flared. They had reached one hell of a stale-mate. What was going to be the right decision? Abby's hands fluttered to his shoulders, pulling him toward her. Their lips met. John groaned softly and let Abby take the lead. He reached for her, his hand landing on the soft curve of her hip. They stayed that way for a heartbeat. It took every ounce of willpower he had to pull away.

"Tell me to go home, Abby." John whispered against her cheek before reclaiming her lips.

Each stroke of his tongue against hers made Abby more sure this was what she wanted. She didn't want him to stop. Ever. Stay with me. The words formed themselves in the passion-filled haze of Abby's mind.

"Make me leave. Abby, please." John broke the kiss again, his breath coming in a soft pant. He forced himself to move away. He stood on shaking legs and looked down at Abby. Her eyes were wide, her lips red and swollen from his kisses. She was the picture of passion. John called himself ten kinds of fool. If he was any kind of man he would walk out while he could. Taking advantage of Abby wasn't going to help their situation. It would just make everything a million times worse.

What could he say to make this easier? John didn't have a clue. All he knew was that leaving was going to kill him. With a last look at Abby, John moved to the door. He reached for the doorknob and forced himself not to look back.

A/N – Don't ya just hate a cliff-hanger??? What is gonna happen next? If you want to know – leave a review!!