He was young behind the eyes, she realised as he suddenly got that look about him. There was a certain panic and fear that she associated with teenage boys scared of rejection. It was almost endearing and she kissed him a little more reassuringly than she did before, only breaking the kiss to take in a needed breath.
"Hey," she protested as his hand moved from her thigh. Instead, she lifted it back to her bare skin and tucked the tips of his fingers under her shorts, pulling herself closer until she was almost sitting on his lap. "Better. And don't you fucking dare call me Abigail. I only ever got called that when I was in deep shit with my parents and I hated hearing it. Always the full name, even the middle name, when I did something I shouldn't have."