Walking Disaster

over.
    Abby reached out, but instead of slapping my face, she grabbed each of my cheeks and slammed her mouth into mine. Without hesitation, I lifted her into my arms and carried her into my bedroom,
letting us both fall into my mattress.
    Abby grabbed at my clothes, desperate to remove them. I unzipped her dress with one smooth movement, and then watched as she pulled it quickly over her head, tossing it to the floor. Our eyes
met, and then I kissed her, moaning into her mouth when she kissed me back.
    Before I’d even had the chance to think, we were both naked. Abby grabbed my ass, anxious to pull me inside of her, but I resisted, the adrenaline burning through the whiskey and beer. My
senses returned, and thoughts of permanent consequences began flashing though my mind. I had been an ass, I had pissed her off, but I never wanted Abby to wonder if I’d taken advantage of
this moment.
    “We’re both drunk,” I said, breathing hard.
    “Please.”
    Her thighs squeezed my hips, and I could feel the muscles under her soft skin quiver in anticipation.
    “This isn’t right.” I fought against the alcohol haze that told me that the next few hours with her was worth whatever was on the other side of that moment.
    I pressed my forehead against hers. As much as I wanted her, the painful thought of making Abby take the walk of shame in the morning was stronger than what my hormones were telling me to do. If
she really wanted to go through with this, I needed solid proof.
    “I want you,” she whispered against my mouth.
    “I need you to say it.”
    “I’ll say whatever you want.”
    “Then say that you belong to me. Say that you’ll take me back. I won’t do this unless we’re together.”
    “We’ve never really been apart, have we?”
    I shook my head, sweeping my lips across hers. Not good enough. “I need to hear you say it. I need to know you’re mine.”
    “I’ve been yours since the second we met,” she said, begging.
    I stared into her eyes for a few seconds, and then felt my mouth turn up into a half smile, hoping her words were true and not just spoken in the moment. I leaned down and kissed her tenderly,
and then she slowly pulled me into her. My entire body felt like it was melting inside of her.
    “Say it again.” Part of me couldn’t believe it was all really happening.
    “I’m yours.” She breathed. “I don’t ever want to be apart from you again.”
    “Promise me,” I said, groaning with another thrust.
    “I love you. I’ll love you forever.” She looked straight into my eyes when she spoke, and it finally clicked that her words weren’t just an empty promise.
    I sealed my mouth over hers, the rhythm of our movements picking up momentum. Nothing else needed to be said, and for the first time in months, my world wasn’t upside down. Abby’s
back arched, and her legs wrapped around my back, hooked at the ankles. I tasted every part of her skin I could reach as if I’d been starving for it. A part of me was. An hour passed, and
then another. Even when I was exhausted, I kept going, afraid if we stopped I would wake up, and it would all be just a dream.
    I SQUINTED AGAINST THE LIGHT POURING INTO THE room. I couldn’t sleep all night, knowing when the sun came up, it would all be over. Abby stirred,
and my teeth clenched. The few hours we spent together wasn’t enough. I wasn’t ready.
    Abby nuzzled her cheek against my chest. I kissed her hair, and then her forehead, and then her cheeks, neck, shoulders, and then I brought her hand to my mouth and tenderly kissed her wrist,
palm, and fingers. I wanted to squeeze her but restrained myself. My eyes filled with hot tears for the third time since I’d brought her to my apartment. When she woke, she was going to be
mortified, angry, and then leave me forever.
    I’d never been so afraid to see the different shades of gray in her irises.
    Her eyes still closed, Abby smiled, and I brought my mouth back to hers, terrified for the realization to hit.
    “Good morning,” she said against my mouth.
    I moved halfway above her and then continued to touch my lips to various spots on her skin. My arms dug beneath her, between her back and the mattress, and I buried my face in her neck, taking
in her scent before she bolted out the door.
    “You’re quiet this morning,” she said, running her hands over the bare skin of my back. She slid her palms over my ass, and then hooked her leg over my hip.
    I shook my head. “I