Lust in Ecstasy: Love, Lies and Revenge-Chapter 30 -

Tuesday 6:30 pm. 3 Days until the big day.

I woke up feeling exhausted, like I'd spent the afternoon doing hard labor instead of sleeping. I didn't even remember lying down, let alone falling asleep.

The last thing I recalled was stepping into the house, dropping my laptop, and fixing something to eat. After that? Nothing.

I sat on the edge of my bed, rubbing my face as the memories of the day settled in. My room was a mess. My own doing, of course. With a sigh, I grabbed my earbuds, plugged them in, and hit play on my phone.

Something about the music gave me a sudden burst of motivation. I started tidying up, fixing my wardrobe, sweeping the floor, even cleaning my bathroom. I had no idea where the urge came from, but it felt good.

By the time I was almost done, sweat clung to my skin, so I pulled my shirt off and tossed it aside. That's when I caught movement from the corner of my eye.

I turned and there she was. Abigail. She stood in the doorway, staring. I pulled out one earbud.

"Hey... uh, what's up?"

She didn't answer right away, her eyes locked on my abs.

"Abigail?" I called again.

She blinked, snapping out of whatever trance she was in. "Uhh... I didn't know you were back already," she said, voice slightly offbeat. "I heard noise, so I came to check what was going on in your room."

Her eyes hadn't moved. Was she checking me out?

A slow grin spread across my face. "My eyes are up here," I teased, pointing to my face.

She flushed instantly, looking away. "I... uh, sorry. I didn't mean to stare."

I chuckled, reaching for my shirt. "No worries."

"I've just never seen you like this before," she admitted, making a vague gesture at my abs.

Something about the way she said it made the moment feel heavier than it should've. Before I could think of a response, she cleared her throat.

"I should go," she blurted, turning sharply and practically fleeing down the hall.

I stood there for a moment, amused. Well... that was interesting.

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After a quick shower and a change of clothes, I headed downstairs. A delicious aroma filled the air, drifting from the kitchen. Curious, I followed the scent.

To my surprise, it was Abigail.

I leaned against the doorway, watching her move around the kitchen. I'd never seen her do any chores in the house before... ever. This was new.

I stepped fully into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. "Didn't know you could cook," I said, watching her stir whatever was in the pot.

Abigail glanced at me over her shoulder. "I can. I just don't do it often."

"Right. So, what's the occasion?"

She shrugged. "Felt like it."

I raised an eyebrow. "You felt like cooking?"

She sighed, placing the wooden spoon down and turning to face me. "Okay, maybe I was just bored."

I smirked. "So boredom made you decide to become a chef?"

"Shut up," she said, rolling her eyes. "Would you like to have a taste?"

"Depends," I said, peeking into the pot. "What are we working with here?"

"Spaghetti and meatballs."

I nodded, impressed. "Fancy. You sure you didn't poison it?"

She crossed her arms. "If I did, you'd be the first to go."

I chuckled. "Fair enough."

Abigail turned back to the stove, stirring the sauce. "Anyway... about earlier," she started, hesitating slightly.

I leaned in a little. "What about earlier?"

She kept her eyes on the pot. "Nothing. Forget it."

I grinned. "Oh, come on. You were totally checking me out."

She scoffed. "You wish."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You were clearly in a trance and couldn't take your eyes off me. I had to call your name,"

She didn't say anything, just kept stirring. But I caught the small smile on her lips.

"Uhm, don't tell me you're trying to seduce her? my mind teased.

Seduce? That hadn't crossed my mind... but now that you mention it, maybe it's worth the risk.

I stepped a little closer. "So, where's everyone?"

"They went to pick up Faith. They won't be back until later today," she said, still focused on the pot.

Okay... she just casually mentioned we'll be alone for a while. Might as well make a move now... Who knows, I might actually get lucky.

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Or, my conscience cut in, this could go horribly wrong, and you'll end up with a slap to the face.

I ignored the thought and leaned in slightly. "So, we're gonna home alone for a while, huh?"

She took a deep breath, dropped the wooden spoon, and turned to face me. Her gaze was steady, but there was something else lurking beneath it... curiosity, or maybe even amusement.

"I know what you're doing," she said, arms crossing over her chest.

I smirked taking another step closer. "Well... is it working?"

Where the hell did that come from? What is this confidence? My mind screamed at me, but I ignored it.

She tilted her head slightly, lips curling into the faintest hint of a smile. "Hmm... you will have to try a bit harder tha..."

Her voice trailed off, as I barely heard the rest of what she said. My eyes had already locked onto her lips... They looked soft, plush, the kind that made you wonder how they'd feel against yours. They had a natural, inviting fullness, the kind that made it impossible to look away.

Snap!

Her fingers flicked in front of my face, bringing me back to reality.

"My eyes are up here," she teased, pointing to her own with a smirk.

I met her gaze, but I didn't back down. "I know," I said, my voice lower now, smoother. "But I'm more interested in those."

For the first time in the conversation, I saw her confidence waver, just for a split second. She knew exactly what I meant. And in that moment, I knew I had the upper hand, and if I played my cards right. I knew I'd win.

I took another step forward, closing the distance between us. Her folded arms loosened, her posture shifting like she was unsure whether to stand her ground or retreat.

"It's now or never. Kiss her." I thought.

The thought hit me like a command, and before I could second-guess myself, I leaned in. My lips met hers, and to my surprise, she kissed me back. It wasn't hesitant or unsure it was deep, slow, and intoxicating.

Then, she suddenly pulled away.

Her expression was unreadable, her breathing slightly uneven. I was half-expecting a slap at that point.

But instead, she turned off the stove, took two slow steps back, then spun around and walked toward the kitchen door.

I just stood there, confused, my heart still racing.

She reached the doorway, paused with her hand on the frame, and glanced back at me.

"You coming?"