Chasing Abby(60)

“Whoa there! No need for violence.”
He leans down and plants a soft kiss on my lips. I reach up, curling my arms around his neck so I can return the gesture with a bit more passion. His lips are so smooth and kissable. I suck on his top lip and he groans softly into my mouth. Then something prods my thigh and I realize it’s the erection growing inside his cargo shorts.
I pull my head back to look at him. To let him know that I can feel how much he wants me. And that I want him just as much.
“I love you, Caleb.”
“I love you more, sunshine.”
He gazes into my eyes, his nostrils slightly flared as he slowly bends his knees and scoops me up into his arms. My heart races the second my feet leave the ground, but Caleb has carried me in his arms plenty of times. I’m not afraid he’ll drop me. I’m nervous about what’s going to happen when he puts me down.
He kisses my forehead, then he sets off up the stairs. He pushes Jimi’s door open with his foot and I feel a strange urge to giggle as he gently lays me down on the rollaway bed. Am I really going to lose my virginity on a creaky rollaway bed?
He lays half his body on top of mine and the other half on the bed. I press my lips together to keep from laughing.
“Are you nervous?” he asks, brushing my hair out of my eyes.
“Are we really going to do this?”
“Do what?”
I let out a nervous giggle. “This.” I look down at the place where his hips are lying on top of mine.
He looks confused. “What do you mean? We’ve done this plenty of times. Did you—” A smile spreads across his face. “Did you think I was bringing you up here to have sex?”
“You weren’t?”
He chuckles softly. “No, but now that we’re talking about it… Is that what you want?”
“Here?”
“Anywhere.”
My heart is starting to pound painfully against my chest. “Maybe I should take a Nitro before we talk about this.”
“Good idea.”
He jumps off the bed and we both kick off our shoes as he grabs my purse off the dresser. He sets it down on the bed and watches as I pop a small white tablet under my tongue. Once it’s dissolved, I hand him back my purse and he sets it down on the dresser. When he turns around, his eyes are closed. I wait a few seconds, but he just stands there.
“Caleb, what’s wrong?”
He opens his eyes and the muscle in his jaw twitches as he grits his teeth together, but the tears begin to fall despite his best efforts. I’ve never seen Caleb cry. Not even when his father died. I’ve seen him get down and I once saw him so angry with his life that I feared he might hurt himself. But I’ve never seen him cry. And just the sight of it scares me and instantly brings tears to my eyes.
“It’s not fair that you have to take medicine just to talk about something that other people take for granted. You deserve better, Abby. You deserve a real heart that’s just as strong as your figurative heart.”
He sits on the bed next to me and I sit up on my knees so I can wrap my arms around his neck. He pulls me into his lap and buries his face in my neck.
“I don’t want to lose you,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re all I have left.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Caleb.”
We hold each other for a while in silence, just breathing each other in, one slow breath after the other. Every once in a while, I plant a kiss on his jaw and he responds by squeezing me a bit tighter. Finally, I tilt my head back to look at his face and he’s not crying anymore, but his eyes are still a little red.
“I want to have sex… here.”
His eyebrows perk up. “Now?”