Glancing at the hand that reached across to take hers, Abby peeked up at Ed. He was so ridiculous, so handsome and stupid and funny. And she was an idiot. Because she wasn't that girl, she didn't need to go around falling for another guy when she already had a good guy in her life. Someone who actually cared, who had a heart. She didn't want a booty call, she didn't- except for sometimes. When she really did. Feelings were stupid.

"Whatever is decided... I can't believe we're having this conversation. I don't even like you staying over," Abigail muttered. Even if it was a lie. He had stayed over once or twice, his arms wrapped around her, and both her hands trapping his hand in hers as she slept. She was a reluctant snuggler, although maybe not as reluctant as she made out. "It kind of is. Do you honestly want it getting out to whatever débutante your mom wants you to date that you might've knocked up a Flynn?"