305 Truly, madly, deeply (1/2)

Abi could only press her lips tightly. She was speechless. How could he start seducing her right after he made her cry? He was simply impossible!

She averted her gaze away from him as she told herself to calm down.

However, Alex sat beside her. He rested his elbow on top of his bended knee as he leaned his head on his knuckles. His eyes were still smoldering towards her.

”Anyway, little lamb…” he pulled her attention back to him. ”What's your name?” he asked and Abi momentarily shut down.

Great. Her husband was just asking for her name and she almost forgot to breathe. She suddenly remembered the very first time he had asked her for her name, their first ever encounter in that cold, dark garage and how back then, this man was as cold as a glacier.

Abi almost laughed out loud. She couldn't believe she would feel this way just by him asking her name again. It was a strange feeling. All she knew was that she felt a tinge of pain and joy collided inside her at once. That was right. She was glad to know that he might start using her name again. She would at least finally hear her name come out of his lips again.

Staring at his eyes intently, Abi took a deep breath and answered him. ”Abigail.”

”Abigail…” he echoed. There it was, her name. He momentarily fell silent as if her name had stirred something inside him. ”Abigail…” he uttered once more and Abi felt her heart race as she watched him tilt his head. He looked like he was trying to recall something as he uttered her name, something that was trying to claw its way to the surface, to his consciousness, and Abi held her breath, hoping against all odds that he would.

But,

”That is a beautiful name,” he simply said. He smiled at her but Abi's shoulders subconsciously dropped. ”As beautiful as you,” he added, flirting with her again.

He bent forward and whispered in her ear. ”You can call me Alex, Abigail.” He was obviously and purposely blowing his warm breath into her ear and he was way too close. So close that their noses were about to collide. ”I want to hear it. You, calling my name.”

”Please… uhm… you're too close…”

”Okay, I'll back off if you call my name.”

”You said no more threats.”

”But this isn't a threat, Abigail. It is merely a request. A mutually beneficial one where we both get what we want.” The smooth-talking man tried to persuade her.

Abi clenched the blanket under her hands. He was certainly trying to seduce her and it was working. She had dropped her guard a little and now she had to force herself to behave and not lean towards him and kiss those damn teasing lips. If he didn't back off soon, her desire and longing for him might take over and betray her.