ABBY'S POV
The show had been incredible. I don't think either of us had ever laughed so hard in our lives. We were in such good moods by the time the show ended that we decided to walk home. It was freezing but I didn't mind.
"I never realized he was so liberal," Carter said.
"Are you kidding?" I asked him. "Of course he is."
"Well, I get that now." I shook my head and laughed at Carter's complete unawareness of the things around him. He shoved me playfully with his shoulder. "Don't laugh at me," he said and stuck his bottom lip out in a fake pout. I just laughed again.
"I can't help it, Carter. You're funny." This remark seemed to make him happy. I could see him trying not to smile.
I decided to try an old trick I knew. I rubbed my hands together and blew on them. He took the bait. "You're hands cold?" he asked, taking one of mine in one his.
"They're not too bad," I said. I was rather proud of myself. I learned that trick in 7th grade and it hadn't failed yet.
My heart fell as my building came into sight. I didn't want the evening to be over. But there was no way I could invite him in without him sensing any sexual undertones. I sighed.
"What's up?" he asked me.
"Nothing, I just. . .I just remembered that I'm not working tomorrow."
"And this makes you sigh?" he teased.
"I wanted to tell Susan about the show," I lied. He bought it.
"Yeah, she would loved it," he said. We were standing outside my apartment door. I didn't let go of his hand.
"Well, once again, thank you so much for tonight."
"You're welcome," he said, making no attempt to take his hand away from me. There was a pause. Then he said, "I miss you, Abby,"
*************************** CARTER'S POV
Once again I had done it. I had opened my mouth to say one thing and something entirely different came out. I meant to say, "I'll see you later," or "good-night."
I forced myself to meet Abby's eyes. I couldn't read her expression. And I didn't know what I expected from her. But whatever it was, I wasn't expecting what happened.
Without a word, Abby kissed me. Just leaned forward and kissed me. After recovering from the initial shock I kissed her back.
When we pulled apart Abby was unlocking the door and leading me through her apartment. The next thing I knew we were in her bedroom, on her bed, and clothes were being tossed to the floor.
Somehow, my brain managed to gain control and I stopped her. "Abby, wait," I said. She looked disappointed. "We just have to. . ." I said, trying to catch my breath. "We just have to think about this."
I sat up. "I don't want to do this if it's just meaningless sex. I know that I'm the one who ended things between us but I still really love you and being with you one more time would just make things worse."
I looked at her, waiting for her response. She put her hand on the back of my neck and pulled my lips to hers. "This is anything but meaningless," she whispered, our faces only centimeters apart.
She lay down on the bed and smiled up at me. My heart started to speed up as I leaned over her and our lips met again.
The show had been incredible. I don't think either of us had ever laughed so hard in our lives. We were in such good moods by the time the show ended that we decided to walk home. It was freezing but I didn't mind.
"I never realized he was so liberal," Carter said.
"Are you kidding?" I asked him. "Of course he is."
"Well, I get that now." I shook my head and laughed at Carter's complete unawareness of the things around him. He shoved me playfully with his shoulder. "Don't laugh at me," he said and stuck his bottom lip out in a fake pout. I just laughed again.
"I can't help it, Carter. You're funny." This remark seemed to make him happy. I could see him trying not to smile.
I decided to try an old trick I knew. I rubbed my hands together and blew on them. He took the bait. "You're hands cold?" he asked, taking one of mine in one his.
"They're not too bad," I said. I was rather proud of myself. I learned that trick in 7th grade and it hadn't failed yet.
My heart fell as my building came into sight. I didn't want the evening to be over. But there was no way I could invite him in without him sensing any sexual undertones. I sighed.
"What's up?" he asked me.
"Nothing, I just. . .I just remembered that I'm not working tomorrow."
"And this makes you sigh?" he teased.
"I wanted to tell Susan about the show," I lied. He bought it.
"Yeah, she would loved it," he said. We were standing outside my apartment door. I didn't let go of his hand.
"Well, once again, thank you so much for tonight."
"You're welcome," he said, making no attempt to take his hand away from me. There was a pause. Then he said, "I miss you, Abby,"
*************************** CARTER'S POV
Once again I had done it. I had opened my mouth to say one thing and something entirely different came out. I meant to say, "I'll see you later," or "good-night."
I forced myself to meet Abby's eyes. I couldn't read her expression. And I didn't know what I expected from her. But whatever it was, I wasn't expecting what happened.
Without a word, Abby kissed me. Just leaned forward and kissed me. After recovering from the initial shock I kissed her back.
When we pulled apart Abby was unlocking the door and leading me through her apartment. The next thing I knew we were in her bedroom, on her bed, and clothes were being tossed to the floor.
Somehow, my brain managed to gain control and I stopped her. "Abby, wait," I said. She looked disappointed. "We just have to. . ." I said, trying to catch my breath. "We just have to think about this."
I sat up. "I don't want to do this if it's just meaningless sex. I know that I'm the one who ended things between us but I still really love you and being with you one more time would just make things worse."
I looked at her, waiting for her response. She put her hand on the back of my neck and pulled my lips to hers. "This is anything but meaningless," she whispered, our faces only centimeters apart.
She lay down on the bed and smiled up at me. My heart started to speed up as I leaned over her and our lips met again.