I know Abby had a school function yesterday, but Mia is throwing a small Halloween party tonight and normally it’s not something I’d go to, but I told her I’d come this year.
Abby
I’m thinking Dr. Strange.
She’s fucking with me, right?I’m waiting for a “just kidding”text to roll in, but no such luck. I told Dolly I’d come help hand out some candy for a few hours with the kids, so I shove my phone in my pocket before walking inside. They really did a good job here with the decorations, there are skeletons everywhere and so many pumpkins and fake spider webs that are hanging from the corners of the ceiling and flowing down the window panes.
“Kicked out the real spiders to put some fake ones,” Nate jokes as he grabs a bottle of water from the table. He decided to come volunteer here with me tonight.
“Mr. Anderson!” Nate and I both turn around to see Dolly and a few other staff members, decked out in witch costumes, holding buckets of candy.
“Thank you boys, for coming in tonight. You don’t have to stay very long.”
I reach out my hand to her. “Doll, we’ll stay until the candy runs dry.”
She smiles and fixes her glasses on her nose. They set up two haunted houses here and there are plenty of volunteers, so I know that my help isn’t exactlyneeded,but I want to be here. I set myself up at the exit of one of the houses, while Nate takes the other. I’m not normally someone who dresses up for Halloween, but with this being a kids event, I wanted to be festive. The kid in me used to love dressing up as superheroes so I decided a Captain America costume would be fitting for tonight, it’s equipped with the shield and all. A few of the younger women stop to talk to me and while I’m polite, I’d love nothing more than for them to keep walking. I’m not off the market, but I’m also noton it.The only woman I want ogling my ass in these pants is Abby.
After a couple hours of handing out candy, catching up with the kids and doing a quick walk through the center, it’s almost nine p.m. and even though I’m exhausted, I told Mia I’d come over. Plus I’m not missing a chance to see Abby, even if Chase will be there.
“Ready to head to Mia’s?” I ask Nate, interrupting him as he talks to Laura, one of the regulars who volunteers here.
“Hi, Ford. Happy Halloween! Nate, it was nice chatting with you, have a good night.” She waves and walks away and I watch Nate’s eyes follow her down the hall.
“What’s her story?” he asks.
“Hell if I know. I’ve met her maybe twice.”
He just nods his head and keeps walking with me out the door.
I’ve seen Abby at least once a week since we officially decided to try this ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement, but we’ve texted every single day, multiple times a day. We text about everything from her coffee order being wrong and ruining her day, which then prompted me to have a delivery sent to her classroom with three different coffee options to choose from, to watching New Girl reruns together, but separately and texting about it. She’s even chattier in text messages than she is in real life, which I didn’t think would be possible. The weird thing is that I fucking love it. I love talking to her all day. I’m finding myself wanting to know every little detail about her day.
Last week she told me that she wanted to eat fried chicken and watch the sunset, so that’s exactly what we did. I picked her up from the coffee shop we both love, we ordered take out and walked down to the beach by my house and ate so much greasy food, my stomach was killing me for days after. It was worth it to see her so happy and smiling so big. I have zero complaints about this situation with Abby and the sneaking around aspect just makes it all that much hotter.
Mia slings her arms around Nate and I as we walk in and it’s obvious she’s already had quite a bit to drink. Nate pulls her arm off my waist and carries her to the couch where he sits her down.
“You need a breather, Mi. '' She pouts as he takes the cup away from her, but she stays put and Nate sits down right next to her. My eyes scan the room looking for Abby when they finally land on her.
There’s my girl.
She’s wearing skin tight black leather pants and a black corset that pushes her breasts together so perfectly. She has on a short burgundy wig and black combat boots. The urge to shove her in one of these bedrooms and rip everything from her body is strong, but I know there are too many eyes here to have any slip ups. She notices me staring at her and she dips her head as she smiles and takes a sip of her beer.
Dr. Strange, my ass.
Stealing glances is how we spend most of the night. I’ve watched her play two games of flip cup, in which she’s surprisingly good, and she’s talked to probably every single person in this house. When the crowd starts to fizzle and people spread between the patio and the kitchen where I’m standing, Abby casually strolls in. Her eyes have a glossy look to them and her cheeks look a little flushed, she’s probably got a pretty good buzz going on right now. She walks up beside me and nudges her hip into my leg.
“Hi,” she says softly. “I like this.”
She stumbles a bit backwards and waves her hand around my body, complimenting my awesome Captain America costume.
“Yeah?” I lean down so that to others, it looks like I’m just leaning on the counter, but I’m close enough to her ear to whisper. “You have no idea how badly I want to get you out of this.”
I hook my finger in one of the holster straps she’s wearing with her costume and her eyes flutter up to mine and hold my gaze.
I’ve seen how some of the guys here tonight have looked at her. They all know she’s Chase’s sister so no one has been too forward, but they’ve all been taking looks and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make my blood boil. The only person who can look at her body like that is me.
“I’m exhausted, walk me home?” Abby straightens up and looks over across the room where Chase is standing and takes out her phone. “I just told Chase I’m leaving, let's go.”
“You told him I was walking you home?”
