Walking Disaster

her hand, and then she ripped the square package open with her teeth. That was a green light if I’d
ever seen one.
    My hand left her back, and I pulled my boxers down, kicking them violently. Any patience I’d had was gone. The only thing I could think about was being inside of her. I slipped the latex
on, and then lowered my hips between her thighs, touching the most sensitive parts of my skin to hers.
    “Look at me, Pigeon,” I breathed.
    Her big, round, gray eyes peered up at me. It was so surreal. This was what I had dreamed about since the first time she rolled her eyes at me, and it was finally happening. I tilted my head,
and then leaned down to kiss her tenderly. I moved forward and tensed, pushing myself inside as gently as I could. When I pulled back, I looked into Abby’s eyes. Her knees held my hips like a
vise grip, and she bit her bottom lip harder than before, but her fingers were pressing into my back, pulling me closer. When I rocked into her again, she clenched her eyes shut.
    I kissed her, softly, patiently. “Look at me,” I whispered.
    She hummed, and groaned, and cried out. With each noise she made, it became more difficult to control my movements. Abby’s body finally relaxed, allowing me to move against her in a more
rhythmic motion. The faster I moved, the less in control I felt. I touched every part of her skin, and licked and kissed her neck, cheek, and lips.
    She pulled me into her over and over, and each time I pressed deeper inside.
    “I’ve wanted you for so long, Abby. You’re all I want,” I breathed against her mouth.
    I grabbed her thigh with one hand and propped myself up with my elbow. Our stomachs slid easily against each other as beads of sweat began to form on our skin. I thought about turning her over,
or pulling her on top of me, but decided I’d rather sacrifice creativity for being able to look into her eyes, and staying as close to her as I could.
    Just when I thought I could make it last all night, Abby sighed.
    “Travis.”
    The sound of her breathing my name unguarded me and put me over the edge. I had to go faster, press farther until every muscle in my body tensed. I groaned and jerked a few times before finally
collapsing.
    I breathed in through my nose against her neck. She smelled like sweat, and her lotion . . . and me. It was fucking fantastic.
    “That was some first kiss,” she said with a tired, contented expression.
    I scanned her face and smiled. “Your last first kiss.”
    Abby blinked, and then I fell onto the mattress beside her, reaching across her bare middle. Suddenly the morning was something to look forward to. It would be our first day together, and
instead of packing in poorly concealed misery, we could sleep in, spend a ridiculous amount of the morning in bed, and then just enjoy the day as a couple. That sounded pretty damn close to heaven
to me.
    Three months ago, no one could have convinced me that I would feel that way. Now, there was nothing else I wanted more.
    A big, relaxing breath moved my chest up and down slowly as I fell asleep next to the second woman I’d ever loved.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Space and Time
    A T FIRST, I DIDN ’ T PANIC. AT FIRST, A SLEEPY HAZE PROVIDED just enough confusion to foster a
sense of calm. At first, when I reached for Abby across the sheets and didn’t feel her there, I felt just a small bit of disappointment, followed by curiosity.
    She was probably in the bathroom, or maybe eating cereal on the couch. She’d just given her virginity to me, someone with whom she’d spend a lot of time and effort pretending not to
have more than platonic feelings. That was a lot to take in.
    “Pidge?” I called. I lifted only my head, hoping she would crawl back in bed with me. But after several moments, I gave in, and sat up.
    Having no idea what was in store, I slipped on the boxers I’d kicked off the night before, and slipped a T-shirt over my head.
    My feet dragged down the hall to the bathroom door, and I knocked. The door opened a bit. I heard no movement but I called for her, anyway. “Pigeon?”
    Opening the door wider revealed what was expected. Empty and dark. I then went into the living room, fully expecting to see her in the kitchen or on the couch, but she was nowhere.
    “Pigeon?” I called, waiting for an answer.
    Panic started to swell inside of me, but I refused to freak out until I knew what the hell was going on. I stomped into Shepley’s room and opened the door without