42. Love

Abby’s POV

I've been thinking about flying to Switzerland by myself without him because he has things to do here in Italy, but that makes me feel crazy because I've been so attached to him lately.

I took a deep breath, put my head on his shoulder, and said, "Love."

"Yes, love?"

"Can I call you love even though I don't love you yet?"

"It's not fair," he says with a soft laugh as he kisses my shoulder.

"Why would you think that?" I asked him with a gentle slap on the chest.

"Because I would think that you love me real,"

"Sir, there's a call for you," the waitress said when she came back.

Fabian nods his head and goes outside. He takes the phone call, and I stand up straight to look at him. When he's talking on the phone, he seems so serious. His thin, sweet lips curl up, and he bites them softly, which makes me gasp. The way he does that makes me want to come up to him and kiss him.

“Are you his wife?” The waitress asked while she was cleaning the table.

I glance at her and