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Post by suzanne on Nov 7, 2008 20:48:21 GMT 10
Chapter 10 Luka sat on his blue towel, surveying the scenery before him from behind his sunglasses. Nice soft sand, a beach that was not too crowded, water that was almost turquoise in colour and not a cloud in the sky. For the beginning of February, it was pretty damn amazing. Yesterday, after having slept in, he and Abby had taken a stroll around the area of their hotel, familiarizing themselves with the local neighbourhood, before enjoying a leisurely breakfast at a café in one of the smaller side streets. He couldn’t remember ever having a vacation like that. He guessed it was no wonder for a boy who basically hadn’t left Croatia before moving to Chicago. Unless of course he counted the short road-trips with his boys, in Shaun’s old, shabby Ford Explorer, which wouldn’t go past 45, even on the freeway. They had also been to Vegas once, their graduation present as they’d called it. The booze and some of the other ‘stuff’ had more or less wiped his memory clean of that whole journey, even though pictures existed that undoubtedly proved he’d been there. He grinned as his thoughts eventually drifted back to yesterday. After breakfast, they’d changed and gone to the gym that was provided for hotel guests. The sky had been somewhat overcast, so instead of tanning, they’d chosen to check out one of the malls that Abby had been going on and on AND ON about. She had bought three pairs of new shoes, which lead to him teasing her endlessly about maps, and shoes and all of those other common stereotypes. It had been a fun day. He glanced over to his right, where there was by far the hottest girl on the beach, in her barely-there pink and brown bikini, was laying on her back, reading one of those trashy gossip magazines. Ok, so maybe he was biased, but that didn’t stop him from staring at her whenever he thought she wasn’t looking. Both of them where immersed in their respective activities when all of a sudden, without intro or prologue, Abby blurted it out…..
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Post by Taylor on Nov 8, 2008 6:23:29 GMT 10
UPDATE!!!!
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Post by baboune51 on Nov 8, 2008 8:40:12 GMT 10
wow , Abby has to by three pairs of shoes
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Post by suzanne on Nov 9, 2008 21:53:26 GMT 10
Chapter 11 “I’m over Carter, you know…That is if I was ever really into him,” she added on second thought. Once again, one of her out-of-the-blue statements that left him wondering where it all came from. He wasn’t sure how to respond or if he wanted to have this conversation at all. They were sharing a hotel room – if they had a disagreement now, his vacation might not be so peaceful anymore. So he just nodded and said nothing. “I’m serious Luka. I don’t know what I was thinking. But I know I could’ve handled it better, especially with you. I don’t think of you as one of my ‘chick friends’, and I’m sorry for making you feel that way.” “Ok.” She turned her head sideways to look up at him, shielding her eyes from the sun with her reading material. “That’s it? Ok?” He stared straight ahead, out into the ocean. “There’s really not much more to say Abs. Whatever you’re feelings are, that’s between you and Bambi.” That’s what he called Carter sometimes. “Yeah, but there is no ‘me and Bambi’”, she repeated. “Ok.” “Good. Ok then. As long as we’re clear on that.” She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to convince him right then and there, but somehow it seemed important. She had definitely sensed his unwillingness to converse about that particular topic, but at least for her own piece of mind, some things just had to be said.
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Post by Taylor on Nov 10, 2008 11:04:21 GMT 10
interesting chapter....update soon
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Post by suzanne on Nov 11, 2008 7:47:31 GMT 10
Chapter 12 Later on, the pair where having a late lunch in one of the many beachfront restaurants when they were debating on what to do for the rest of the day. The idea that they could just as well go their separate ways every once in a while had been voted against by both on their very first day in town, deciding that they’d much rather spend some quality time together. The consensus had been that if they had wanted alone-time, they might just as well have stayed in Chicago. After going back and forth over how to best spend their evening, Abby finally asked what had been on her mind before this discussion even started. “Are we too old to go to a club? You know…with music and dancing and stuff?” He shrugged his shoulders while chewing on a piece of bread. “Depends on the club? I’m not going to shake my booty in a place where a bunch of 18-year olds are jumping around…” She burst out laughing. “I didn’t know you could shake your booty.” He grinned back. “Find me a place with normal-aged people and I just might prove it to you.” Hours later, after a long, drawn-out process of getting ready, that had left her breathtakingly beautiful and him close to a nervous breakdown, they finally arrived at their destination. Instead of a regular club, they had chosen to compromise and ended up at a hotel close by. The bar at this location was divided into an inside- and outside part, with two small dance floors and a booth in one of its corners where the DJ was playing a mix of slow R’n’B, 80’s music and a variety of chill-out tunes. The atmosphere was very laid-back, and after a couple of drinks inside, Luka and Abby ventured out to the patio to catch some fresh air and take in the rest of the surroundings. Close to midnight the weather was perfect, and they wanted to spend as much time as they could enjoying the outdoors.
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Post by baboune51 on Nov 12, 2008 20:47:43 GMT 10
a first kiss ?
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Post by suzanne on Nov 13, 2008 9:19:08 GMT 10
Chapter 13 Over the course of the evening, they started talking to a couple who coincidentally also came from Chicago. Elaine and Matthew were an outgoing pair who had come down to Florida to celebrate their recent engagement. The happy occasion served as the perfect excuse to drink a little more, which led to a lot more funny conversation, which eventually led to dancing after all. Elaine was the type of person who didn’t care about other peoples opinions whatsoever and, after a while, had Abby convinced that once she let herself go completely, she’d reach another ‘level of being’. Had she been sober, she might have questioned that theory, but in her state of mind, Elaine’s reasoning made sense, and so it turned out to be a hilarious night, with lots of touchy feely moments on the dance floor. Any onlooker probably would have never guessed that Luka Kovac and Abigail Lockhart were ‘just friends’, but that’s what they chose to tell themselves so it was their own undeniable truth. Sometime close to 3 am, once Matthew and his fiancée had bid their farewell, her ‘level of being’ now well above the legal limit, Luka and Abby decided that it was time for them to head back as well. Both were clearly drunk, though still able to stand relatively straight, so they walked the short distance to the hotel. Abby had linked her arm through his for balance-purposes, and he was doing the best he could to keep her steady. Half-way home, she started giggling for no reason, which caused him to laugh as well. “What?” “Oh, nothing,” she pressed out. “It’s just…” And off she went again. Once she had calmed herself down, she started again. “I got to tell you something. But ssshhhh!!” She pressed her index finger to her lips and leaned closer to whisper in his ear. “You are indeed an excellent dancer.” He winked at her. “Why thank you. You’re not half bad yourself, you know? And let me tell you another secret…” He mimicked her gesture from earlier, speaking directly into her ear, sending shivers down her spine in the process. “You’re very pretty tonight.” She started blushing but was fairly sure that the darkness of night would cover it up. She realized that what they were doing could only be categorized as flirting, but the fair amount of alcohol in her system prevented her from caring. Or stopping, for that matter. They continued their light banter until they arrived at the hotel, mastering the steps leading up to the main lobby on their second try. In the elevator up to the 7th floor, a game of willpower began. The tension that had built up over the course of the night reached an all time high with stares and almost touches and words left unsaid and around floor 4 it all finally came to a boiling point. The next day, neither of the two would admit to being the ‘weaker’ one, but when it came down to it, it was Abby who had kissed him first. When the lift signalled their floor, the pair somehow managed to stumble into their room where the ‘party’ continued, with her ripping open his shirt and him fumbling for the hidden zipper of her dress.
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Post by Taylor on Nov 13, 2008 11:02:18 GMT 10
lmao great update!
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Post by lubyfan4ever on Nov 13, 2008 18:59:22 GMT 10
Hum, really good and hot ! Can't wait to see how they react the next day !
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Post by baboune51 on Nov 13, 2008 22:23:50 GMT 10
wow so hot !!! what happens for Abby and Luka
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Post by suzanne on Nov 14, 2008 8:48:15 GMT 10
Chapter 14 Abby woke up with a pounding headache and a smile on her face. The pounding headache she could attribute to the alcohol relatively quickly, the smile on her face took longer to rationalize. Slowly, the events of last night came flooding back in rough order. Alcohol, dancing, more alcohol, clothes everywhere, hot kisses, even hotter love-making… Stop. Love-making? Or just sex? It was still relatively early in the morning and she was pretty damn hung-over, yet just as determined to figure this one out. Even though her ‘whatever’ with Luka had all the characteristics of a one-night stand, she had to admit that she wanted it to mean more. While that didn’t come as a surprise, after all she had dissected those feelings to death lately, it did pose some challenges. Convincing Luka was probably the toughest one of all because for all she knew, he probably still believed that Carter was the ‘man of her dreams’. Ha freakin’ ha. Slowly, she turned her head, cautiously glancing backwards in Luka’s direction. He was still sleeping, an arm draped lightly across her waist. A sense of panic flooded her. She needed to figure ‘something’ out before he woke up. Not knowing what to do once they were both awake was not an option. Her mind was working on overdrive. Did she just kiss him? That would be weird and awkward. They had been 'just friends' for so long now, so there would have to be at least some sort of talk. But how did she start that? ‘Hey Luka, remember all those times that I told you I didn’t want you? Yeah, I didn’t mean that…’ Somehow she doubted that would work. She couldn’t just plainly ignore last night’s encounter either, because quite frankly, that was definitely not what she wanted.
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Post by baboune51 on Nov 15, 2008 6:05:50 GMT 10
it's the beginning of beautiful story of love "Abby "
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Post by suzanne on Nov 15, 2008 9:08:44 GMT 10
Chapter 15 Abby took in Luka’s sleeping figure once more. What would he want? There was too much possibility for potential error here, so she didn’t even try to analyze his actions over the last couple of days. And while she was willing to acknowledge the looks she had seen him give her when he didn’t think she was looking, it was not enough proof to be convinced that her feelings were reciprocated. Sure, last night he had definitely seemed more than willing, but that might have been the effect of the alcohol too. She squeezed her eyes shut; after all of that, she was only certain of one thing, her thoughts were a jumbled mess and she still wasn’t any wiser. Abby didn’t know how much time had passed, but when she felt Luka stir behind her, in a split second decision, she all but leapt out of bed, sprinting towards the bathroom for so-called ‘safety’. Once inside, she chastised herself for her antics that now left her locked in a hotel bathroom, without clothes or any idea how to proceed making this whole mess even more tricky and complicated. How many drinks did she have last night? She shook her head and pressed her ear against the door, listening to Luka rummage about the room, obviously getting dressed. Please just leave, please just leave. She knew she was being childish, almost certainly bordering on ridiculous at this point, and she also realized that him leaving now would not solve any of her problems. She was however hoping to stall for a little bit more time, granted, she had no clue what she would do with it, since time hadn’t helped her earlier either. But at this particular moment, more time felt like the genius way out of her dilemma, so more time was what she prayed for.
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Post by baboune51 on Nov 16, 2008 19:28:53 GMT 10
it's necessary that she speak to him
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