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1 " First one of you to call me Yoko,” Todd warned as he stepped up, “is a dead man. "
― Ophelia London , Abby Road (Abby Road, #1)
2 " Well you.” I cut him off. “You’re just, ya know . . .” I was trying to sound accusatory, but the way he was grinning made me lose my thought. “You’re all . . . perfect.”Todd frowned at me, but a moment later, he brushed it off with a chuckle. “Naw. I’m just as flawed and depraved as any other hot-blooded man.” He looked me in the eyes, all intense and beseeching. “Stick around long enough, and I promise you’ll find that out. "
3 " One slice of key lime pie. Two forks.' I felt Todd’s hand on my arm. 'You’ll thank me later.' No doubt I would. "
4 " This is the best it’s ever been for me, Abby,” Todd murmured into my hair. “The best.” He kissed my ear. Slowly. “This.” He kissed it again. “I hope you understand that.”“Yes,” I whispered, not really understanding anything.Todd pulled back, leveling our faces. “Do you?” he asked intently.Then we crashed together, like two dehydrated hikers finding an oasis in each other’s mouths. "
5 " His eyes were closed, waiting. I tilted my head, slowly taking in every detail of his face. And suddenly, something remarkable happened, like a switch turned on deep inside my chest. Instead of wanting to make out, to have a summer fling . . . I wanted to fall in love. "
6 " I leaned forward, but Todd lifted a hand to stop me. “There’s one more thing I’ve been meaning to tell you all day.” “What is it?” I asked impatiently, not able to keep from staring at his mouth. He took his time, drawing in a slow inhale and then letting it out just as slowly. “You,” he finally whispered, running a finger across my chin, “absolutely take my breath away.” It was right then that I knew, down to my curling toes and thumping heart, that I had made the correct decision, maybe the most correct decision ever to be made in the history of decision-making. I reached for him, torn between wanting to stare into his incredible green eyes and an almost painful desire to kiss him. Naturally, we kissed. And kissed. "
7 " He turned his face my way, not having very far to lean in, and kissed me once, sweet and slow—a breeze off the ocean—almost like he was asking permission. He opened his eyes to look at me.Permission granted, Lieutenant.When we kissed again, it was totally different. He scooted closer, his warm hands on either side of my neck. The pressure of his fingers under my hair was solid and strong, yet always gentle. When his lips parted, I got dizzy, like he might positively absorb me. For a second I feared I might be swooning like those silly ladies in Jane Austen novels.“That was rude of me to interrupt,” he whispered, his lips on the corner of my mouth. “But I’m not about to make this decision easy for you.”How he managed to string together so many coherent words was beyond me; I couldn’t even remember what day it was. His fingers combed through my hair, and I caught a flash of his green eyes as they flickered open. "
