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“No, please don’t apologize. I think it’s so sexy the way that you devour food. The way your whole body interacts with the meal is glorious, sweetheart.”
She looked away smiling and then looked back. “I’ve always enjoyed eating. My mother says when I was a baby, I was insatiable. The problem is, it makes me heavier than what’s fashionable. Most women these days are rail thin and subsist on cabbage.”
Abby laughed a little, but she also looked a little sad. I didn’t like that in the least. I growled and pointed at her. I was serious enough to catch her attention.
“Don’t you talk about yourself like that. I love how you look. I love every curve, every beautiful heave of your body. In fact, I believe if you gained a bit more, it would only bringmorebeauty. There is not a person in the world, no matter what they say out loud, that could ever truly find you anything but gorgeous. I want you to remember that every time you get ready to talk down to yourself.”
Abby’s mouth opened slightly and her cheeks burned red. “I’ve never had anyone say something so kind and amazing to me before. My whole life the only voice I’ve heard was the one in my head. But your words, Ryder, well they lift me up. I don’t know how to explain it.”
My heart fluttered. There was something about building this woman up that just seemed natural to me. “I can sense these things about you. I can read you a bit, I guess.”
She smiled, shifting in her seat. I narrowed my eyes and watched her. It was obvious there was something about her that was uncomfortable. I shook my head and glanced around, thankful we were the only ones on the patio.
“Are you sore?” I asked in a low voice.
Abby pressed her lips together, her eyes growing wide as she blushed beet red. Before I could clarify, she put up her hand.
“I know what you’re asking.”
Of course, she did. Her pussy and her ass were likely sore and for good reason too. We had had so much sex that evenIfelt a bit chafed. And when I was inside her, I couldn’t help but ram her with everything that I had. She was so sexy. My cock was constantly hard whenever I was around this gorgeous curvy woman.
She finally spoke up, putting her chin up confidently.
“Yes, I am sore, but in a good way. You know, if you want, you can kiss it to make it better.”
I jumped up as if to dive under the table and she reached out grabbing my arm, laughing wildly. I acted dumb, shrugging my shoulders.
“What? You asked.”
Giggling, she slapped my hand.
“Later. I think we might get kicked out if we start going at it here.”
I glanced around and sighed.
“Civilization always gets in the way.”
We sat on the deck eating, drinking, and talking for hours. By the time the last guest had left we were both three sheets into the wind and laughing like children. Feeling bad for the waiter, I tipped him generously, and we headed out for our walk back to the hotel. Abby put her arm through mine and I pulled her hand to my lips. She smelled so good.
The lights in the streetlamps flickered like candles and there was barely anyone around as we strolled up the cobblestones. The moon was shining brightly in the sky and the breeze whipped around us. With the waves hitting the shore with a gentle chorus, I grabbed Abby’s arm and spun her toward me. She giggled a little, and I put my hands on both sides of her face while staring deeply into her eyes.
On such a romantic night, there was no reason to hold back. I leaned forward and kissed Abby deeply. There was no other sexual touch, no foreplay, just a passionate and embracing kiss. I could feel her melting in my arms and that is exactly where I wanted to be. Whether we lasted forever, or if this was only a moment in time, it didn’t matter.
The rest of the trip was spent in each other’s arms, and when we arrived back in Farmington, neither of us really wanted to be apart. But life has to move forward, and reality settled in soon enough. I watched her drive off in her Camry, and as soon as she was gone, I felt strange somehow. Almost incomplete. I paced my apartment, unsure of what to do next.
I sat in the living room in silence, wishing I could still hear the ocean. Wishing I had Abby there to turn to. Whether to crack jokes or jump each other’s bones, her presence had become normal to me. The silence of the apartment no longer felt comfortable, and it made me think about what she said about a home. About feeling like everything was right in the world.
Those thoughts weighed on me, and I jerked when my phone buzzed on the table. I quickly picked it up, hoping to see Abby’s name on the screen, but it was just Jack, my best friend. I put the phone down again without answering. I didn’t want to hear him tell me how I was betraying my own goals. How I could be free, how I could be sleeping with anyone I wanted while on the road, untethered.
My phone beeped insistently again, and I stared at it for a moment. Jack had been the only one in my life besides my sister to be there for me through the years. But in that moment, I didn’t want to hear his words. I wanted to bask in the glow of the weekend for just a bit longer. I wanted the butterflies to continue to flutter in my stomach. I could still smell Abby’s sweet scent on me.
I put the phone down and let out a hoarse laugh while heading to the kitchen for a bourbon. My laugh wasn’t from anything funny at all. It was the fact that one girl, in one small town had managed to derail me so completely.How quickly they fall,I mused to myself as I sipped my drink. On the one hand, I was single and fancy-free, living a life as a playboy doctor. On the other, I’d just met a woman who changed my world view. Who made me think that the word “soulmate” actually can mean something. But what did I want?
Whatever choice I made, it was going to completely tear apart my life. The question was, did I want that? Was I ready to change? Was it even realistic to think Icouldchange?
The evening was getting dark and the moon was already high in the sky. I forced the memories of the weekend from my mind. In its place I thought about work, about my patients, and about all the things that normally occupied my thoughts. But it was hopeless. Abby kept appearing in my mind’s eye, gorgeous and vibrant. Her laugh. Her smell. Her sweet, sensual curves. Was Ryder Rivington, playboy doctor, a thing of the past?
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