“Should we show him a thing or two, Nikki?”
She’s as tipsy as I am. She comes over and kisses me with tongue right in front of Connor. He freezes. That’s not the reaction I expected. I see puzzlement in his face. I’m not sure if he’s disgusted or turned on. I don’t know that look. Shit, what if he thinks I’ve just cheated on him?! Damn it, I hadn’t thought about it like that.
“I think both of you have had enough,” he says finally. “I think I’d better go home.”
“No, Connor, stay, please.”
When Nikki is asleep, I decide to ask him about what happened.
“Are you mad at me?”
“About what?”
“Me and Nikki kissing in front of you.”
“I don’t know what to think about that, to be honest, Abby. Normally it would turn me on, but not when it involves a person who I love and don’t want to share with absolutely anyone. If you were my friends, I would have suggested a threesome, but you’re everything to me. Tell me, have you done that before? Do you do that often?”
“We did that once. Just for fun. All of us. We wanted to see how we kissed. Learn the feeling. You need to know that I never thought you’d take it this way. I’m sorry. I hope you’re not mad at me.”
“If this didn’t mean anything to you and you won’t repeat it, it’s okay.”
“Thank you. I love you.”
Chapter 68
Abby
Grandma said yes. Today we’re signing the contract and paying the advance for the ballroom. I’m so excited. Connor loves the idea too.
“How many people will be there?”
“I’m not sure. Sixty? A couple classmates and people from school. Plus your friends, my other friends. We’ll see. I’ll start making a list and collect cash after we sign the contract. That’s when we’ll know for sure.”
The contract is signed. Grandma asks me to be responsible. A couple of times, to be precise. I would never disappoint her, so I’ll do what I can to keep my word.
Connor gets involved, too. He and Ted and the rest are supposed to get us a DJ, some food and drinks. All the girls are bringing something too. It should be awesome.
There are only a couple of weeks left until the party. Everything is done at school. I’m happy with myself after the last semester. It came and went super fast, but I did great. My GPA is four and a half.
We’re counting down the days to New Year’s Eve. Everyone has paid the price in full. There are a lot more than sixty peopleon the list. Christmas passes quickly and without incident, too. My parents have let go finally. They lost interest in me, you could say. They’re spending time in Daisy Valley. I’m all alone now.
When we return from the holidays, Connor and I get to work in earnest. It’s going to be the party of our lives.
“Abigail, I don’t know how you organized it all so well! You’re great at it, you know that?”
“What?”
“Organizing events and probably at everything else.”
“I think so. I like it.”
I like planning and organizing. Before each trip, I have everything planned out. Including what things to bring and so on. As a child, I could take care of every little detail when preparing a birthday party or New Year’s Eve. Decorating the room, balloons, lights, confetti, glitter, proper cups and napkins.
“It shows,” says Connor, looking around the room prepared for the evening.
I’m so proud of myself. The guys are bringing in the last of the equipment and alcohol. Grandma’s here too. She wants to check out what the hall looks like.
“Well, you’ve done nicely, Abby. Have fun and take care.”
