Abby felt Gabe's body pressed tightly againt hers and she felt the press of his erection against her belly. His hands slipped around from her cheeks to tangle themselves in her long, strawberry blonde hair. Wrapping her hair up into a fist, Gabe lifts his hands to apply pressure to the back of her head, urging her forward so that he is able to deepen the kiss.
“Mmm..” He says against her lips.
His tongue brushes against the seam of her lips and her breath catches in her throat. She opens
Abby feels tingles pread through her as she hears his words. She doesn't know if he intended for the innuendo in his words to be prominent or not, but she heard it and she was effected by it. She was stirred up just by his mere presence.. that combined with how handsome he looks tonight and with the husky timber of his voice, Abby stands no chance of resisting him. “Will you tell me about your childhood?” “What?”
Gabe's kind words make Abby's eyes water with emotions. He hugs her to him when he sees the tears on her cheeks. “Hey, now. What is with the water works?” “You are just being so nice to me..” Gabe laughs, deep in his belly until gis whole body shakes with the force of hi mirth. “What is so funny?” Abby demands, turning around in his arms to loo
Abby holds on tightly to Gabe's neck as he carries her into his bedroom. She doesn't even get the chance to look around and check out the surroundings, because she is so focused on what is about to happen. Gabe places her gently on the bed, where she stretches out. He comes down beside her and she smiles at him. Oddly enough, she isn't nervous. She just wants to feel the things that only he can make her feel. She wants to be as close to him as two people can possibly get. She knows that she should fear the intimacy of it. She should question why he is doing t
“What I want, you've got, and it might be hard to handle.. but like the flame that burns the candle, the candle feed the flame.. yeah yeah.” Hearing the sound of singing, Gabe follows it down the hall way, heading towards the kitchen. He stop in the door way, grinning at the scene before him. Abby stands behind the counter, pulling something out of the oven, with her butt wiggling in the air to the tune of the music. Liza sits on a chair at the counter, piping icing onto a cookie and dancing.
Abby is sitting on the bed when she hears a commotion in the living room. Slowly she stands up from the bed and moves over to the door, pressing her ear to it. She hears a man's deep voice speaking and her stomach knots with dread. “Gabriel Davis, you are under arrest for the kidnapping and unlawful imprisonment of one Abigail Kensington and one Tommy Bruno. You have the right to remain silent. Anything that you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can not afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as I have stated them to you?”
“Abigail!” Abby hears her name being called and she looks up, finding her mother and Irla. She was not in the least bit surprised to find that her father wasn't with them. She knew better than to expect him to come to along and welcome her home with open arms. Running across the police station parking lot, Abby launched herelf into their arms. It has been six days since she has seen them and she truly missed them. Once they have her in their arms, both of them seem reluctant to let her go.
Abby turns around to stare at her father in horror. “What are you doing here?” “I was coming to see my daughter and assure myself of her safe return. Instead I find her causing a scene, berating city officials and using language unbecoming a lady. Must you always be an embarrassment, Abigail?” Richard asks her, disdain in his every word. “If you are so embarrassed by me, then feel free to leave. I am fine. You've been seen and you have kept up appearances. There is really no need for you to be here an
“What?” Abby looks over her shoulder at the man, with a deep frown on her face. Detective Garcia stands there, watching Abby with a frown. Behind him is her father, whom Abby doesn't even want to see. “Why not?” Abby demands of him. “Gabriel Davis still broke the law. There is no getting around that. I am the officer in charge of Mister Davis's case. If you want to tell me the story, maybe I will alter the charges against him, but officer Jones here has no authority in the matter concerning Mr. Davis.
Gabe looks around at everyone that showed up to attend his wedding. There wa a surprisingly huge turnout. Even more than he expected. He invited all of his friends from school and she had invited all of her friends, plus their families. Her parents had just gotten back from an extended over seas vacation and his brand new wife was glued to there side. His eyes land on Hannah from across the room and he is struck by how beautiful she is. She looks like an angel in her white lace dress and the flowers in her curly h
Abby's eyes flutter closed and Gabe's heart stops. He sees the blood covering her body and tears fill his eyes. Dropping the gun her runs across the space seperating them and falls to his knees beside her, a sob stuck in his throat, choking off his words- “Ab-” He clears his throat and tries again. “Abby, baby..” She looks so pale that he is afraid that sh
For Abby it all seemed to happen in slow motion. She stood frozen as she sees her father aim the gun at Lorenzo; her breath catches in her chest as she sees his finger squeeze the trigger in. She turned her head to look at Enzo, who is looking at her. There eyes meet and hold. She sees the moment that the bullet enters his body, watching as his eyes dull and his face contorts in pain. Blood flies from his body, splattering on her face and clothes. His eyes flutter closed and his body jerks, as the loud pop that accompanied the fire breaks the silence. “Enzo!” She cries out, but her voce sounds wild and distorted, even to her own ears. That must be the edge of hysteria
Abby feels a hand patting her face briskly to wake her up. Her eyes flutter open and she looks up into his handsome face. She sees the relief in his eyes when he sees that she is awake. She tries to sit up but the room spins around her and her vision blurs. “Woah..” “Hey now, take it easy.” He catches her as she goes to topple over. “You took a hell of a knock there, honey.” “My head.. hurts.” She tells him. He nods, knowing that it does. He touches the wound and she winces.
Abby grabbed her mother's hand and pulled her back, partially shielding Denise with her body. Richard glares at them angrily with a look of unadulterated, murderous rage in his eyes. “Answer me. Where the fuck do you think you are going?” “I'm leaving.” Abby tells him bravely. “Oh, you are?” Richard asks in a calm tone of voice.
Abby and Gabe decided that he would go home tonight, but he would come back to ger her early in the morning, to take her to his home. That would give her the night to convince her mother to come with her and to hopefully find her belongings, so that she could bring a few things with her to her new home. Abby knew that Gabe did not want to leave her. That much was obvious, even without the frown and the lame excuses her kept finding to put off leaving. Not that she minded. She didn't really want him to leave her either. Finally though, she got him out and she leaned back against the door.
“No. No one does.” Abby begins to cry and he pulls her into his arms carefully, so as to avoid causing her any pain. He runs his fingers through her hair and holds her close to him, kissing her temple, her hair and her face repeatedly. “I want you Abby. I do! You are not unwanted because I am here and I want you. I need you, Abby and I love you!” “You-” Her eyes get wide and she pulls away to stare at him. “You don't.. love me..”
Over the next two days Lorenzo finds reasons to stop by and see Abby, usually staying a few hours to talk to her. He is nice enough to talk to and Abby enjoys the conversation, but she fears that he is reading more into it than there is, because he has gotten steadily more bold in his manner of flirting with her. He finds reasons or excuses to touch her, which ometimes makes her uncomfortable but he never takes it too far, or does anything inappropriate, so she does not let it bother her. Maybe she is just being overly sensitive to hi friendliness. She could be reading into things that are not even there. She because he is nice to her does not mean th
“You can still come with us, Abby. I would love to know that you are there for me, keeping Gabe company. He worries so much. I think that you would be such a nice distraction for him.” Liza continues, completely unaware that she had just completely shattered Abby's whole world and all of the beautiful illusions that she was under. “Actually, tomrrow was going to be hard for me to do anyways, I was just going to rearrange a few things to make sure that you were taken care of. But if Gabe has it covered, then I will leave it to him. But I will be sending good thoughts and prayers your way for a speedy recovery.” Abby tells Liza quietly.