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with venom.

He seemed honestly stunned by my accusation. “Abby, it’s nothing like that. How could you think that?”

I ignored his question, so he continued. “I’ve never wanted any woman the way that I want you, and believe me, when I’m with you, the last thing on my mind is my brother.” He flashed his crooked smile as he said the last part.

I studied him to gauge his sincerity. Could he be telling the truth? Does he want me like my body craves him? I wanted to believe that I was in some way special to him, even if it was only physical.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that first night we met at the charity auction, and I didn’t even know you were with Seth then,” he pointed out.

He paused for a moment, and I pondered over his last statement. It was true. At the time of our rendezvous in the bathroom, he hadn’t known I was with Seth. He had been attracted to me sexually, just for me, and not as another way to compete with his brother.

As if reading my thoughts, he continued. “I can barely keep from touching you now, just sitting here next to you, but it’s not just your body that I want, Ab. I want to spend time with you, laugh with you, dance with you, dream with you and have a future with you.”

My mouth fell open at his last statement. Seeing the surprise on my face, he continued on, as if trying to convince me. “Why can’t you see how amazing you are? I’ve never desired anyone like this.” He touched me then, for the first time since arriving. He tenderly brushed the back of his fingers down my cheek. Just that slight connection with him felt amazing. I closed my eyes and leaned my head towards him, enjoying the sensation.

He moved his hand down and gently raised my chin, so that I was facing him. My eyelids felt heavy as I gazed at him. I licked my lips, aching with desire. “There’s nothing I want more right now than to kiss those soft, beautiful lips.” My lips parted slightly at his words, ready to be taken. My eyelids drooped as I leaned forward, wanting him, but his lips were not there.

He cursed and stood up. I could see his erection straining for release from his jeans. My eyes were drawn to it, riveted, until I realized what he was saying.

“You’re too good for me, Abby.” I started to shake my head in disagreement, but he continued on, ignoring me. “Seth is a good man, and you deserve to be with someone like him. I’m sorry that I’ve made such a mess of things. I want to say that I will back off and pretend to hope that the two of you are able to work things out, but I don’t think I have the strength to give you up. It’s just too hard, and I’m evidently not that big of a man. I’ll try to give you some space while you work through this, but please don’t take too long.” His next words were so quiet that I wasn’t sure if he actually uttered them or if my imagination conjured them. “Choose me.”

With one last burning gaze, he turned and left.

Chapter 36

I had requested a meeting with my ladies. Annie, Courtney, and I were sitting around the kitchen table, and the two of them were having a rowdy discussion. They were supposed to be helping me sort out my feelings, but it seemed they each had very different opinions about what I should do.

They were on their second bottle of our favorite soft red wine, and they were starting to get more vehement in their arguing. I was drinking water because I wanted to keep a clear head as I worked through the mess I had made of my love life.

“Seth is sweet and kind, and he really cares about her. He’s the better long-term investment.” This came from Court.

“Long-term investment?” Annie nearly screeched. “We aren’t discussing annuities here. We are talking about love. She has passion with Sam.” She reached over to grab my hand. “You have to follow your passion, Sweetie.”

“Passion burns out and then what are you left with?” Courtney countered. “You need to choose the one that you can have a future with.”

“Love isn’t meant to be solid and dependable. It’s meant to be fun and exciting. If we find moments of pure joy, we should cherish and embrace them, even if they are short-lived. You can’t deny your reaction to Sam. It’s your body’s way of telling you that you are meant to be with him.”

“She has passion with Seth. It’s just slower burning than what she has with Sam, which means it will last longer. This hot flash of lust with Sam will fizzle out in no time.” Courtney refilled their wine glasses as she said it.

“So, what if it does?” Annie countered. “It will be amazing while it lasts. There’s no guarantee that things will last with Seth either.”

“It’s a lot more likely than her chances of making it work with Sam,” Courtney countered.

I let them bicker, lost in my own thoughts. They both made valid arguments. I had been struggling with the same points for the last few days. I had hoped that the two of them would be able to help me figure out the right answer, but they were like the two sides of my conscience that had been warring it out.

I wasn’t sure if there was a ‘right’ answer. How could I choose between kind, caring, grow-old-together love and hot, steamy, can’t-get-enough-of-each-other passion for each other? Which was better? Which was right for me? Which did I want?

I returned my attention back to Annie and Court’s conversation just in time to hear them come to an agreement. “One thing’s for sure,” Court held up her glass to toast. “She needs to make a decision soon and stick with it.”

“Here, here.” Annie clinked her glass with Court’s.

I picked up my water glass and chimed in. I fully agreed that I needed to make a choice for all of our sakes. The problem was, I had no idea who to choose.

It was like having two fabulous, but very different showcases on the ‘Price is Right.’ Time was quickly ticking away and I had to make my decision, but how could I pick?

Chapter 37

I woke up the next morning feeling exhausted and still uncertain about what I should do. I had spent the night tossing and turning, and making up my mind and then changing it.

First, I had decided to choose Seth. I had always wanted to have a family, and Seth was the ideal person to have a family with. He would be a wonderful husband and father, and I would be lucky to have him. We would adopt sweet babies, and we would live happily ever after.

Relief had swept over me. I had made a decision, and I was going to stick with it. Then, I began to picture going to Davis family events with Seth, and seeing Sam with a constant parade of leggy ‘I’ girls. I pictured him ramming his fabulous cock into them while their perfect, fake, plastic tits never moved. The thought made me cringe. I wanted that cock to be ramming me.

I had sat up in my bed, sweating and feeling nauseous. I couldn’t handle seeing Sam with those women, even in my imagination. When it really happened, I would be desperate from wanting him. If he showed the slightest bit of weakness in his resolve to avoid me, I would cave into my desires and sleep with him. Seth would inevitably find out about the affair and divorce me.

Okay, so I couldn’t have my ‘happily ever after’ with Seth because I wouldn’t be able to resist his brother. Since that was the case, I decided to flip-flop my decision and choose Sam. There, the decision was made, so I turned over and tried to go to sleep.

Sam and I would have a hot, satisfying sex life. We couldn’t get enough of each other, and we would probably nearly kill each other in our attempts to bang each other’s brains out. It would be fantastic.

Our life together would be mind-blowing, at least for a year or two, but eventually, the passion would subside. What will we have left then? I tried to picture us a few years down the road. I couldn’t imagine things working out in the long-term with Sam.

Would he get bored with me and sleep with ‘I’ girls on the side? Would he not bother with sneaking around and just leave me?

I visualized what Seth’s life would be like without me. He would meet someone wonderful, who was deserving of all that he had to offer. They would have a family and grow old together. In this scenario, I wanted what this imaginary lady had, and, irrationally, I wanted to gouge her eyes out.

I was appalled with myself. I had no right to lay claim to two