This Love is Ours

Chapter 59: State of Mind

She giggles, placing the pizza in the microwave, and pressing start.

She turns around, walking over to me.

"What can I say?" She winks, biting her lip.

I laugh, and grab her wrist, pulling her closer to me.

I press my lips against hers, tilting her backwards slightly, and giving her ass a squeeze.

She lets out a noise of surprise, as she bites my lower lip.

The microwave finishes, and it beeps a few times.

She pulls away slightly, and I can feel her smiling against my lips.

"Question," I say, as we part, and she crosses the kitchen to grab the food from the microwave.

"Shoot!" She giggles, placing the other plate of pizza in the microwave.

I sigh, watching her from behind.

"Are you in the mood?" I ask, tilting my head slightly.

"For...?" Abby asks, furrowing her eyebrows.

"For sex." I reply, smirking.

She bites her lip, smiling down at the ground.

"Honestly, Patrick... I don't know..." She finally says, tilting her head.

"It's totally fine if you're not, it's just that you're so fucking hot and we haven't had sex in so long." I laugh, moving over to her.

I take her hand, kissing her cheek.

She giggles, blushing.

"I'm sorry Pat, but not tonight. Soon." She says, looking up at me.

I nod, smiling.

"Fine. I guess I'll just have to overcome my undeniable longing to make love to you because you're so fucking beautiful, and you have such a nice ass." I sigh, jokingly.

She giggles, kissing me on the nose.

"You're ridiculous, Patty Kane." She says, rolling her eyes playfully.

I laugh, pulling out my plate from the microwave.

"I know." I shrug, winking.

With that, the two of us head over to the dining room table, each of us taking a seat.

I sit with my back to the window, and she sits across from me.

"You played amazing, in all of your games this past week." Abby says, taking the first bite of her pizza.

I smile, at my lap, before looking back at her.

"Thanks Abbers." I say, taking a bite of the warm, gooey pizza.

I close my eyes, fully indulging in the taste of the pizza.

"Damn. This shit is good." I say, shaking my head.

Abby laughs, taking a sip of her water.

"Yeah, I know." She agrees, laughing.

For a few minutes, the two of us eat in silence.

But I don't mind the quiet.

Neither of us do, actually.

Finally, Abby breaks the silence, looking up at me from across the table.

"I'm sorry," She says, quietly.

I furrow my eyebrows, finishing my bite.

"For what?" I ask.