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Morning After
By SaratogaGirl20
Warm sunlight filtered into the bedroom as Tom Davidson began to stir from his deep slumber. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his left palm. his vision adjusted and for the briefest of moments he didn’t recognize his surroundings. He sat up straight in the bed, looking around alarmed, this wasn’t his house or bedroom! Then the memories of yesterday came flooding back to him. The dust storm…taking shelter in the hotel…the strange lady who braved the storm to celebrate her anniversary… he and Abby drawing portraits of each other…the fireplace and…Abby.
Turning his gaze to the right, he saw her. Miss Abigail Walker, his law clerk, was lying next to him. Her big green eyes were closed, long dark lashes rested near the top of her cheeks, red hair fanned across the pillow like a halo. She looked beautiful. Tom took a moment to study her delicate features; small, upturned nose with just a smattering of freckles across the bridge. Her delicate hands were tucked underneath her chin. Those full pink lips were parted slightly as she slept. The memory of her beneath him last night, those sweet, honeyed kisses and the way she moaned his name nearly made him want to wake her up for an encore of last night. A slow grin formed as he pondered that he certainly wouldn’t mind waking up every morning with her next to him.
For a moment he began wondering what it would be like if he married her one day. His Aunt Theresa had made the comment that Abby would be good for him. He pictured them having a little boy and then a little girl that looked just like Abby.
A bitter laugh escaped him at entertaining such crazy thoughts. Just like he told her last night he was alone because he chose to be and maybe that’s the way it should stay. Getting up he dressed for his day as sheriff. He would have to survey the damage the dust storm caused and deal with his brother.
Putting his hat on he found himself gazing at Abby once more before leaving. “What have you done to me, Miss Walker.?”