ABBY looked back at the room after she got dressed and packed up. She was going to miss her time with Andrew. The experience was a whirlwind. A random turn of events led him to her. In three days, she could barely remember what her life was like before she met him.

She had never felt anything like this ever before. What they shared was so unfamiliar; so foreign to her body, mind, and heart. She had hardly dated before Andrew, let alone experience anything so—so fiery, fierce and intense. Certainly, she had not felt such passion with anyone she dated before; and there were no serious relationships before him.

Is this even a relationship? She couldn’t answer the question. She felt an irresistible attraction to him, beyond anything she knew was possible. She sensed he felt the same, but had no idea what it all meant, or how to define it. There were moments when he touched her, she could put the brakes on everything else going on in her life—her studies included—and just be with him. It wasn’t sensible, or logical. But is there anything about love that’s even remotely logical? She didn’t have an answer to that question either. She experienced love in those three days, without a doubt.

Letting out a sigh, she picked up her purse and backpack, and headed for the living room. Her car would be towed there soon. Rob, Ruth and Barb were already waiting, their gear neatly organized near the front door. Rob was prepared as he always was. He took Andrew’s advice, and stocked up on water and snacks for the four of them. They wouldn’t need to make any unnecessary stops during the drive.

“Everyone all set?” she asked, trying to stay positive.

“Yep,” Rob answered as Ruth and Barb nodded. “We’re all packed. I cleared up Trina and John’s things as well. It’s at the door. And I put all the linen in the laundry room. Upstairs is just like we met it, so Andrew won’t have to do much cleaning up after us.”

“That’s great, Rob. Thanks for taking care of that. Actually, I’d better get my linen too. I’ll be right back.”

* * *

ANDREW was in the kitchen when he saw Abby carrying an armful of towels and linen to the attached laundry room.

“Need some help with that?” He asked.

“Um, no thanks,” she answered, placing the items on top of the pile from upstairs. “I’m sorry we couldn’t get these washed and folded before we left. I hate leaving work for you to do.”

He came up behind her, running his hands up and down her arms, and letting them come to rest across her stomach. “Don’t worry about it. The housekeeper will be here in a day or two. And it’ll give me something to do, so I won’t be brooding too much.”

She turned toward him and held him around his waist. Looking up at him, she slipped her fingers through his hair. “Don’t fret too much, okay? I thought about it. Maybe I can come see you for a few days over Spring Break? My dad’s been begging me to come home for a visit then. So I can see him for a couple of days, and then come down here.”

“When is that? Mid-February?”

“Something like that.”

“I was thinking I could see you sooner. Like next weekend?”

“Oh. Really? I’d love that.”

“Good. I’ll set it up.”

“So how much time before they bring my car back?”

“I don’t know. Ten, maybe twenty minutes.”

“So…” She raised her eyebrows as she looked up at him.

“What?”

“That’s enough time.”

“For what?”

She pulled from the embrace and gave him a wink.

“Ohhhh! Let’s hurry.”

She took his hand and led him quickly out the back hallway to his room. He smiled and followed her. Safely back in his room, she pushed the door closed and turned to him. They had to move quickly. They laughed as he grabbed her. She kissed him furiously as they undid each other’s shirt buttons, ripped them off, and threw them aside.

“Oh God, I want you so bad, Andrew.”

She undid the button and zipper of his jeans. Without waiting to pull his pants off, she reached her hand down into them and pushed back his boxers to free his manhood.

Andrew groaned. He had to tell her how he felt. “I don’t just want you, Abby.” He pulled from the kiss as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. He whispered in her ears, “I want you.”

Her hands stopped moving along his cock and she looked up at him. “Sorry, what?”

He pulled her hand out and kissed it tenderly, and then took both hands in his.

“I want you.”

He stepped back with her and they sat on the bed together. As he gathered his thoughts, he shifted to turn toward her. He needed to look her in the eye to find the words.

“I feel like a fool, Abby, saying something like this after only knowing you for three days. I’m not even sure what I mean, what it means. And we know so little about each other. Almost nothing actually. But Abby—”

“Yes?”

“From the time I laid eyes on you in that blizzard, there was already something between us. Something more that I can put into words right now. When you touch me, I come alive. It feels right. Your voice is soothing music to my ears. And when you look into my eyes, the way you’re doing right now, you know me—I don’t have to worry about my past anymore.”

“And I have a past, just like everyone does, I guess, although there are things from before I would want you to know. About me, and my family, and in time, of some darker times that’s a lot harder to talk about than anything else. And I’d want to know about you too; your past, and everything. But for the first time in a really long time, none of it matters. I want to be with you, Abby. We can figure it out, somehow, and I’m a fool for saying this, but Abby, I want you to be mine.”

“Yes.”

“Well not mine, mine,” he continued, rambling nervously, unable to stop himself. “Not mine like a possession or some inanimate object. Not like that at all. More of a pairing, more than just sleeping together, which is amazing, you know, but not just that. Mine like someone I don’t have to share—wait, what did you say?”

“I said yes, Andrew.”

“Yes as in what?” He asked in disbelief.

“I want the same thing. I want you…to be mine as well.”

“So you’re saying…”

“I’m saying I feel the same way, Andrew.” She stood up from the bed and sat in his lap, laying both her hands on his shoulders. She looked at him, and a teasing smile curled up her lips. “Now kiss me and take me right here, before I change my mind.”

He took a deep breath and kissed her. His chest could burst from elation. He watched with darkened eyes as she pushed him back on the bed, and stood up to pull his pants off. She slipped them off and climbed up on top of him, straddling him with her legs. Without waiting, palmed his stiff cock to position it before sinking down onto it. Hard. She was so wet, so ready.

“Oh God,” he said in a gravelly rumble.

She took his hands and placed them on her hips as she rocked back and forth. Her soft hands pressed on his chest for extra leverage. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she indulged in the moment. He wanted to make this special, but there was no time. He laced his fingers between hers and pulled her down to rest on his chest.

“You feel so good, Andrew.”

He let go of her hands and reached around to her ass cheeks, spreading them and squeezing, to intensify her sensations. It gave him more control to lift her up and pull her hot pussy down around his throbbing hardness. He drove into her and claimed her, matching her pace as her hips swayed with wild, hungry jolts. He felt so good inside her. He could come if he let himself go; but this ride was for her.

His mouth found her ear as she continued searching for her sensual release. Her untamed hair fell over his face in beautiful cascades. He wanted to remember how fantastic she smelled. He hoped remembering would be enough until he saw her again. She moaned when his tongue circled the inner whirls of her ear.

He whispered, “Come for me,” and she bucked her hips haphazardly as she came.

She bit down on his shoulder as her body convulsed on top of him, letting out her screams like thunder through his chest. It sent him to his own erotic peak, and with a few wild, stormy jerks, he followed her to heaven. He let go of her hips and held her, not wanting the moment to end, but knowing he wouldn’t be able to feel her again like this for some time. However long it would be was already too long.

“We should get up, Abby. They’ll be here any minute.”

“Okay,” she answered, pressing her hands into the bed to lift herself.

He helped her off him, keeping his eyes trained on her to capture every detail for vivid recall later on. She kissed his cheek and briefly smiled with loving eyes. She crawled over him to get up, and gathered her things to get cleaned up in his bathroom.

“You should wait with your friends,” he said when she was finished.

“You’re probably right.”

He gave her what he felt was their last kiss before she would leave. As brief as it lasted, he hoped it conveyed all the warmth and growing affection he had for her.

“I’ll get dressed and be right out.”

She nodded. After she left, he picked up his clothes and got ready.