She finally turned the blow dryer off and the room became quiet again. Peaceful even. Alex opened his eyes reluctantly. That felt really satisfying.
"Abigail," he called out, throwing his head back to her that Abi was forced to catch his head and let it fall on her lap. She looked down and their eyes met.
Sparks seemed to fly and Alex's hand seemed to have a mind of its own. It started to reach out towards her, to touch her face. Damn. He should stop this. He needed to stop because he needed to prove to her that he didn't just want her body. But as much as he told himself to stop, his hand kept reaching out to her, wanting to touch her, to feel her skin. It was like she had hypnotised him but she didn't even do anything!
His hand inched closer and closer but before his fingers could touch her face, a loud, shattering noise pulled their attention.
