Mr. Frost, huh?

I moved, taking Dante's seat he had just vacated and lifted an eyebrow at her. "Mr. Frost, huh?" I asked, smirking at her slightly. Slowly, I reached out, taking her hand in mine. "Surely you can call me Jackson, don't you think?"

I pulled my hand away, looking at the doorway. "Stop that! They might catch us!" I sighed. "You're Mr. Frost. Last night doesn't change that in public. Maybe between me and you it does.. but not with your brother and my sister here. I don't think you get how wrong last night was.."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. All I know is I don't think I've ever felt the way I do about you for anyone in my life, sex aside." I leaned forward. "And don't you think you could call me Jackson if we're not at school? I mean, after last night anyway?"

"Okay.." I let go of a heavy breath because he was so close. "I can call you.. Jackson.. if that's what you want." I turned my face away, looking down at my plate. "As for last night.. we got caught up, despite how you think you feel. It won't happen again.."

I let my fingers trail up her arm. "Now why would you say that?" I turned my head slightly, hoping she'd look up at me. "Didn't I make you feel good too? Can you honestly say you don't want it to happen again?"

I turned my head slightly, looking over at him. "I have a boyfriend.. one time was wrong enough, it doesn't matter how I felt last night or what I want now." I said, trying not to get lost in his beautiful blue eyes.

I smiled at her, moving closer to her, my hand trailing up over her neck. "What is it you want now?" I had to admit, I hadn't felt this alive in years. She brought out somethign in me I really liked, and I didn't want to let it go.

I turned my head to him, pushing his hand away, holding it against my lap. "Stop please. It doesn't matter what I want."

"Yes, it does," I whispered, moving closer to her. "All that matters is what we feel and what we want." I moved closer to her, so my face was only a breath away from hers. "Wouldn't you agree?"

"No.. because.." I leaned back some, my back pressed hard against the wooden back of the chair. "other people matter. Your wife.. my boyfriend. They matter.. and things aren't as easy as you want to make them. Sex isn't worth you getting put in jail.. or me losing Jeff.. please.. stop."

I let go of a short laugh, sitting back like she had, shaking my head. "Do you think I'm that careless that I would let people find out and risk getting sent to jail? I know that if I wanna be with you, I've gotta be careful and discreet about it. There are other people involved here, I know that. But I can't ignore what I feel for you, Abigail, and neither should you."

"What does that mean for us? We meet in private? Secretly? Have sex every once in a while when we can sneak away? How is that fair? What if we end up having even stronger feelings then right now.. then what?" I bit my lip, trying to stop it from trembling.

"Isn't it better than denying what we feel for each other?" I leaned forward, taking her hand again. "I've never been one to just sit back and let life guide me, Abigail. I take the reigns and I direct it where I want to go. And what I want, is you. I won't make no bones about that. I want you, Abigail, and I'll take you anyway I can get you. Secretly. Privately. It will be our little secret. Plus, it adds an element of sexiness to it, don't you think?"

I found my cheeks blush, a small smile creeping across my lips. "I guess you're right..." I leaned forward some, my hand sliding over his leg some. "We'd have to be veryyyy sneaky.." This was wrong. So wrong.. but part of me didn't care. "You really think you could look at me in class and not want me?" I asked, sliding my foot up his leg, smirking slightly.

I groaned, real low and gutturally, but damn didn't her hand feel good, even through my jeans. "It's not a question about wanting you," I told her, sliding forward, causing her hand to slide farther up my thigh. "Question is will I be able to contain myself for wanting you." I lifted my hand, running the backs of my fingers across her delicate jaw. "And the answer is... No." I laughed. "But I'll cope. We'll figure it out."

I captured his hand on my face, bringing it over to my lips. I pressed a soft kiss to it smiling. "Well, I guess even if I have to lie to everyone I know it's worth it." It didn't make sense though.. how was it worth it? I barely knew the man.. and yet.. I was willing to risk it all. I let my hand and his rest in my lap. "You want my phone number?" I asked giggling. "We should've probably exchanged those before last night, huh?"

I laughed, nodding my head slowly. "All in good time, baby." I was enjoying this, more than I thought I could enjoy anything. "Let's just enjoy our weekend. We'll worry about phones and calling and," I cringed slightly, "texting later." I wasn't that much of a texter. It took me forever just to figure out how to do it, but if she texted, I wasn't going to deny her that.

I leaned forward some, smiling. "What? Not a texting kinda guy?" I asked with a giggle. "Do you even know how to text, since, you know, you're old and all?" I giggled, pulling back to put my dishes away.

I stood with her, walking up with her toward the sink, in the same position we had been last night. "And just how old do you think I am?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her, burying my face in her neck.

I set the dishes down, hugging his arms around me, turning my head for him, closing my eyes. I knew this was dangerous. Being this close when B and Dante were so close by but I didn't care. "Well, fifty, at least?" I said, giggling. I turned to look up at him. "Thirty? Close?" I asked, smiling.

I laughed, shaking my head down at her. "You're a bit closer with the thirty," I laughed, leaning forward and brushing my lips over her delicate jawline. "But what does age matter, huh?"

I pulled away.. letting out a shaky breath. "Stop that.. getting too touchy.. and age doesn't matter. But it would be nice to know how old you are.. since you DO know my age after all." I smiled.

Groaning, I sighed, leaning against the counter and crossing my arms over my chest. "I just turned twenty-eight. But let me tell you, after last night, I feel like a teenager again." I winked at her.

I bit my lip, looking over at him. "Well, good, I like making my old man feel young again." I said, touching his chest before pulling away. I turned, headed for the doorway and stopped. "I'm going to go upstairs.. I'll see you later, Mr. Frost." I winked and headed out of the room and up the stairs.

I shook my head, watching her walk off, watching that sexy little ass sway, before turning back to the dishes. I could at least get something done before we were ready to go fishing. That way I wouldn't be tempted to follow Abigail up the stairs. It's one thing to sneak into my room at night, but in broad daylight, and with her sister and my brother around, that might not be the best of options. They'd know exactly what we're doing...