7
ABIGAIL
“Yes, I needed to tell you I’d made up the beau,” I readily agreed. I had. It had been tormenting me. “But I didn’t need to be s*****d to do so.”
“Yes, you did,” Gabe countered. “We gave you plenty of opportunity to share your secret. You all but pushed us into it.”
Had I? I hadn’t asked for it, but I hadn’t given them much choice with keeping them away and continuing the charade. I’d needed them to make me tell, but unfortunately, I still hadn’t lanced everything which continued to fester
“You told us the truth and you feel better for it, don’t you?” Gabe asked.
I breathed in his virile scent and couldn’t do anything except tilt my head and as he nuzzled down the line of my neck.
Did I? Did I feel better telling them the truth, that they’d given me a way to let it out? No
