Chapter 98: Abby

Abby advanced on him, noting the shocked expression on his face with pride. The look, the twinkle in his eyes and the small upward turn of the corner of his lips told her that the shock in his eyes was the product of being taken off guard, not of fear or anger.

Good.

Abby didn't bother with any of her clothes. The moment was too raw. This was about her getting what she wanted.

Something in the back of her mind tingled, reminding her that this wasn't completely fair to Wyatt, because what she wanted in that moment was to tell everyone to go to hell. She knew she should feel guilty for using him this way, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't make herself care.

Her hands were on board with her hastily created plan and were fumbling with Wyatt's belt buckle, and then the button of his jeans and zipper.