A groan of surprise left his lips as she practically attacked him with affection, each movement causing another missing piece to be returned to him, his body full of warmth and complete adoration for Abigail. His head spun in pleasure of the moment, fingers searching any piece of skin that peeked out from her clothing, lightly tracing over what he considered to be precious cargo.
He stated clearly, “I love you, too.” There was no way he’d let her go right now. If any of the other boys decided to storm in and demand him to tip back a few shots, he’d deny them; he’d shoo them away to have time with his own personal drug. Josh brushed a strand of hair from her beautiful eyes, his smile so wide his dimples were deeper than they usually appeared to be.
“So, would you do the honor of letting your boyfriend know how on earth you ended up in this bunk, Ms. Halliday? He’s quite interested.”
It wasn’t like he didn’t want her to be there with him when he’d felt so lost in this place. He was concerned, maybe even worried, for her. Why would she ship off from her safe home to risk being with him with everything Abigail already had to deal with on a daily basis? He had no clue, and he felt guilty. Josh shouldn’t have left her in the first place.