Granting One Last Wish novel Chapter 19

ABBY

I'm determined and feel confident with what I'm about to do tonight. I park my car in the parking lot of the luxury apartment building. I take a deep breath. Then I suddenly remember he doesn't know I'm coming over. I should have thought about it first. I sigh in dismay with the fact that I'm already here. My hour and a half preparation just to look good tonight are just about to go to the bin. No frigging way.

My pulse starts to race as I fish out my phone in my purse.

Relax. It's just a text, Abby. Jeez.

Abby: Hey, it's me, Abby. Can we talk? 

I press send.

Relax. One text won't kill you. I do a breathing exercise.

Five seconds later, my phone rings. Oh, my god. Seb is calling. Now I don't know what to say. What if he's with another woman? What if he's in a business meeting with a client? What if he just wants to talk over the phone and won't invite me in.

I press the answer key.

"Abby, what took you so long to answer?" Jeez, bossy much.

"I uh. I um." I hang up the phone. Bullcrap.

Did I just hang up on him? That's a jerk move. He won't talk to me again. Then my phone rings again. It's him.

My brain tells me to pick up, but my hand is shaking. 

I clear my throat. "Abby, what is going on? Did you just hang up on me?" He sounds irritated.

Way to start a friendship, dumbass.

"Um. I uh, kind of?"

"Baby, relax. It's just me. Talk to me. Breathe." Yeah, relax my ass if you know what's on my mind, you won't relax be able to either. I roll my eyes.

"Yeah. Um. I uh I want to talk to you." This is so weird and embarrassing. Don't give up on me just yet, Seb.

"We're talking, baby. So what do you wanna talk about?" God, he's so patient.

"I mean. Um, I wanna talk to you in person. Is that okay? If it's not, it's fine. I'll just leave. I probably should just leave. I should've let you know first before coming over, and I shouldn't expect you to just welcome me, and you know, be friends, talk, and spend time getting to know each other. After what I did to you, I'm expecting you don't wanna be friends with me. You don't like me, after all, so why would you even bother, and what am I even doing here in the first place? And why am I here trying to make friends anyway? I'm leaving tomorrow, and I realize that now that this is a bad idea. I should go. Bye, Seb." 

"Wait, wait, wait. Abby, don't you dare hang up on me again. What do you mean coming over and leaving? Where are you, Abby? Are you here down at my apartment building?" 

I can't reply. My jaw clenches and my teeth start to chatter. Am I going to have a panic attack here? No, no, no, please?

"Abby? Baby, you in there? Baby, talk to me, please? Abbygail? Shit." 

I hear a ding sound, and the phone line is disconnected. Crap. I tighten my hand on the steering wheel. Can't I just act like a normal person? Can't I ever have a normal life again, go out on a date, have friends, enjoy shopping, go to parties, to the theater, and paint friends toenails?

I start to cry. This will ruin my makeup. Before I can sob, someone taps the window that startles me. I jolt right up in my seat and wipe my tears. I'm surprised to see a man outside my car, my husband himself. He tries pulling the door open, but it's locked. I press the button, and he pulls the door open for me. 

He just stares at me as if he can't believe that I'm here. He looks at me from head to toe, and I haven't said a word. I stay in my seat, look away, and play with my fingers. 

He leans down and touches my hand. "Baby, come here, please? I won't hurt you." His touch suddenly sends shivers down my spine. This isn't good. I can feel his gaze on me, and I dress in a red mini dress that ends just mid-thigh. I wear the highest red high heels ever created, and that makes my legs look longer, and this is just a gift wrap, and he can unwrap it later. 

I'm such an idiot. I almost have a panic attack, but I'm still thinking about my mission. 

"Abby. Baby, come here. Get out of your car, please?" 

I look at him, and his eyes flooded with worries and concern.

He's only wearing a gray t-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers, but he looks good enough to be my dinner tonight. 

He helps me out of my car, and I stumble into him. I'm still a bit shaky, but crap, he smells so good, and my eyes flutter close. The moment our bodies touch, the sensation overwhelms me, and I want him closer than we are right now.

I want to feel every inch of his body, but we're still here in the parking lot. My heart flutters, and my breathing catches. He releases his hand and hugs me tight. I wrap my arms around him, and it feels just right and feels good. He buries his face in the crook of my neck and inhales deeply, then he releases me, but he doesn't let me go. He cups my face with his huge hands.

When I open my eyes, he's intensely staring at me that makes me squirm in delight. He kisses my forehead. Seb smiles at me while my tongue is still stuck in my mouth. How can I even talk when his smile alone takes my breath away. 

I suck in a sharp breath when his dimples show, and I will die happy here right now, but I don't want to die. I still want to do my mission--to taste him and feel him inside me. I want to jump into him, kiss him on his lips, but something bothers me. Seb seems so relax, and be being here in his apartment doesn't seem to bother him. The fact that I know his rules, why hasn't he stopped me?

"Baby, are you okay? I'm worried when you didn't answer me. I have to hurry down when I figured you're here." He caresses my face with his thumb, and I'm already lost in his touch. What more it can do to me when I'm already in his bed. I might not find myself, my sanity ever again.

"I'm sorry. I should've told you before driving all the way here." My voice comes out a whisper. 

"Don't be. You're welcome here anytime you want. This is your home too, Abby." 

"Thank you." I return the smile as well, but right now, I'm still a bit delirious.