Chapter 100

The car ride buzzed with leftover energy from the pregame chaos—music still playing softly from the speakers, the streetlights casting golden streaks across Emma’s skin as she focused on the road. Her curls were pulled into a soft ponytail, and her lips were still slightly swollen from Abigail’s last kiss, which made Abigail grin every time she glanced over.

Emma looked like a goddess behind the wheel. Calm. In control. So damn fine.

Abigail, very much feeling her shots, rested her elbow on the center console and let her fingers trail up and down Emma’s thigh—innocent enough at first, but each pass edged a little higher.

Emma gave her a side-eye. “Really?”

“What?” Abigail asked with a smirk, her voice honeyed with flirtation. “I’m just appreciating the view.”

“That’s how accidents happen,” Emma muttered, but there was no heat behind it. Just a flush in her cheeks and a small smile tugging at her lips.

Abigail leaned in, close enough for Emma to feel her breath on her neck. “You want me to stop?”

Emma’s breath hitched. She swallowed. “I want you to behave.”

“That’s not a no.”

Emma gripped the wheel tighter, biting back a smirk of her own. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“You love me,” Abigail teased, inching her hand just a little higher. “And you look so good when you’re pretending to stay focused.”

Emma laughed under her breath, eyes still on the road. “You’re a menace.”

Abigail leaned closer, brushing a kiss to her jaw. “Only for you.”

They stopped at a red light. Emma shifted in her seat and turned to face Abigail—and without saying a word, she reached out and gently wrapped her hand around the side of Abigail’s neck, her thumb brushing along her jaw.

The look in her eyes was heavy with affection… and warning. “Keep teasing me like that,” she said softly, “and I swear, I’ll pull over right now.”

Abigail’s breath caught, her smirk faltering for half a second before she melted into the pressure of Emma’s hand. “Promise?”

“You know the second we get back home,” she murmured, “you’re not getting away with any of this teasing, right?”

Abigail beamed. “Good. I wasn’t trying to.”

From the back seat, Megan let out a low whistle. “That was hot.”

Ashley, wide-eyed and grinning, nodded. “Okay… I did not expect that but I am living for it.”

Emma didn’t let go just yet. She held Abigail’s gaze, the kind of look that made time freeze, that said everything without saying a word. Then finally, the light turned green and she pulled her hand back, clearing her throat as she returned both hands to the wheel.

Abigail was stunned silent for once, still feeling the ghost of Emma’s hand on her skin, her heart pounding in all the best ways.

As they neared the club, Abigail leaned back in her seat, eyes closed and smile playing at her lips. “Y’all are not ready for the trouble I’m about to cause tonight.”

“Oh, we definitely are,” Megan said, laughing.

Emma just smirked, one hand back on the wheel and the other casually resting over Abigail’s thigh again, but this time—it was her doing the teasing.

Backseat chaos continued. Megan was kissing Ashley like the club didn’t even exist, her hand splayed over Ashley’s thigh, slipping higher with every curve of Ashley’s body pressed into hers. Ashley moaned softly into Megan’s mouth, her hand sliding under Megan’s shirt.

Emma turned up the music slightly, partly to drown out the rising sounds behind her, partly to stay focused. “Okay. Club. Dance. Fun. That’s all that’s happening tonight,” she said, mostly to herself.

“Sure, babe,” Abigail purred. “Whatever you say.”

They pulled into the club parking lot, everyone flushed, buzzing, and definitely not as composed as they looked from the outside.

Right before they stepped out, Emma grabbed Abigail by the collar, tugging her into one more kiss. This one was hungry. Messy. A clash of lips and teeth that had Abigail’s fingers digging into Emma’s waist.

Emma moaned into her mouth, soft and breathy, before pulling away with a dazed smile. “Just in case you forget who you belong to.”

Abigail licked her lips. “Oh, trust me—I know.”

From the back, Megan popped her gum and said, “Whew. Okay. We ready to be hot baddies now?”

“Let’s go break hearts,” Ashley added, adjusting her dress and fluffing her curls.

They spilled out of the car, laughter trailing behind them like perfume.

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The bass thumped through the club like a heartbeat—loud, steady, and impossible to ignore. The lights strobed in waves of violet and gold as the four of them moved together through the crowd, magnetic in their own right. Heads turned, whispers floated—because, let’s be honest, they looked good.

Emma led the way, guiding them through the pulse of bodies and up to the bar like a woman on a mission. She had that calm confidence, the kind that made people move aside for her without even realizing it. Abigail followed close behind, her hand slipping around Emma’s waist for just a second—soft, warm, grounding.

“I got this round,” Emma said over the music, already flagging down the bartender with a subtle nod. She was glowing in the low lighting, her eyes locked on Abigail’s with an unspoken promise. “What’s everyone having?”

“Tequila,” Abigail said without hesitation, biting her bottom lip.

“Whiskey,” Megan chimed in, draped casually against the bar.

Ashley smirked. “I’ll try to keep up with her.”

Emma placed the order and handed out the drinks one by one like a queen distributing power—then clinked her glass gently against Abigail’s.

“To us,” she said, voice low.

“To trouble,” Abigail added, winking.

They threw back the shots in sync, slamming the glasses down on the counter.

Just as Emma leaned in to say something flirty in Abigail’s ear, someone appeared on Abigail’s other side. A tall, smooth-talking type with a charming smile and clearly too much confidence for their own good.

“Hey, gorgeous. You here alone?” the stranger asked, trying to slip into Abigail’s personal space like they belonged there.

Abigail didn’t flinch. She didn’t even look at them.

Her eyes never left Emma’s.

Without missing a beat, she smirked and said, “Not even close.”

The stranger blinked, confused. “I mean—maybe I could buy you a drink?”

Abigail slowly turned her head just enough to glance at them with amused disinterest. “I’m good. Already got everything I want.” Her hand slipped around Emma’s waist again, pulling her close.

Emma grinned, eyes glinting. She stepped in, brushing her lips gently against Abigail’s cheek—almost daring the stranger to say something else.

They didn’t.

They just muttered something and vanished into the crowd, tail tucked between their legs.

Megan let out a loud “Oop!” from the side and raised her drink. “Didn’t even stand a chance.”

Ashley giggled. “They should’ve known better. That was some laser-focused loyalty.”

Abigail turned fully to Emma now, her body flush against hers. “I meant that,” she murmured, voice just for her. “Every word.”

Emma’s lips curled up in that lowkey, smug way. “I know, baby.”

They kissed again—slow, soft, but with that unmistakable fire.

Abigail and Emma stayed close, magnetic. Abigail’s hand rested lightly on Emma’s lower back, fingers drawing lazy circles against the thin fabric of her top. Emma sipped her mocktail, grinning as she leaned into Abigail’s space just enough to make her heart skip.

They were mid-laugh when someone stepped up to the bar with confident heels clicking and hips swaying like she knew exactly who she was walking toward.

“Excuse me,” the woman said, eyes locked on Emma as if Abigail wasn’t even there. “But I’ve been watching you since you walked in. You’re absolutely stunning.”

Emma blinked, caught off guard, mouth parting in surprise. “Oh, um—”

“I’d hate myself if I left without at least asking for your number,” the woman added, lowering her voice. “Or, better yet, maybe we skip the phone and I buy you a drink right now. Just the two of us.”

Abigail didn’t say a word at first. She turned slowly, stepped between them, and slid her hand up Emma’s thigh—like she was claiming her without saying a thing.

But then she did speak.

And her voice? Low. Calm. Dangerous with just a hint of flirt.

“You know what’s funny?” Abigail said, eyes laser-focused on the girl. “You walked up here thinking you had a chance.”

The girl straightened, clearly not used to being brushed off. “And you are…?”

Abigail grinned. “The reason she’s not leaving with anyone but me.”

Emma, flustered and clearly fighting a smile, cleared her throat. “Sorry. She’s… not wrong.”

The woman raised her hands in mock surrender, but she was still eyeing Emma like she hadn’t quite given up. “Well, if you ever get tired of bossy,” she said, flashing a wink before walking off.

Abigail raised an eyebrow. “Was that a challenge?”

Emma pulled her close by the collar of her jacket and kissed her. Not sweet. Not polite. Just mine.

She didn’t stop until Abigail growled softly against her lips.

When they finally parted, Emma whispered, “Consider that my answer.”

Just then, Megan and Ashley returned with drinks—Megan’s eyes wide as she clocked the tension still sizzling in the air.

Ashley took one look at Abigail’s smirk and Emma’s flushed cheeks and went, “Uh-oh. Someone tried it, didn’t they?”

Abigail didn’t say anything. Just lifted her glass and clinked it against Emma’s mocktail with a wink.

“She handled it,” Emma said, cheeks still pink. “Like a boss.”

“Damn right I did,” Abigail added. “Now give me another shot before someone else gets bold.”

Megan slid one over with a laugh. “You’re gonna need it, because this energy? Whew. Everyone’s watching.”

Ashley leaned into Megan. “Should we start placing bets on how long they last before making out again?”

“Too late,” Megan whispered back.

And sure enough, as the music kicked up and the lights pulsed brighter, Abigail pulled Emma close again—her hands sliding down to her hips—and kissed her like no one else in the bar existed.

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The music shifted—heavier bass, a deeper groove that begged to pull bodies from bar stools to the floor. The lights dimmed just enough to cast everything in a sultry glow, and within seconds, Megan grabbed Ashley’s hand and tugged her toward the dance floor with a loud, “Let’s gooo!”

Emma sipped her drink, lips curling into a soft smile as she turned to Abigail. “You ready?”

Before Abigail could answer, someone else slid in.

Tall, lean, and dressed in all black, the stranger gave Abigail a bold once-over and leaned in just a little too close. “You look like you belong on the dance floor. Want to join me?”

Emma’s brows raised, but she didn’t say a word—just stepped slightly to the side, giving Abigail room to make her choice.

Abigail smiled, but it wasn’t for the stranger.

It was for Emma.

She stepped closer to her girl, completely ignoring the one who just tried it. Her hand slid around Emma’s waist, pulling her in gently but firmly. She didn’t even glance back at the would-be dance partner when she said, “Thanks, but my dance card’s full.”

Emma’s eyes flickered with amusement, her voice low and teasing. “Full, huh?”

“Completely,” Abigail murmured, her nose brushing Emma’s. “Unless you’re free?”

Emma giggled, pressing a kiss to Abigail’s cheek before whispering, “For you? Always.”

Behind them, the stranger muttered something under their breath and walked off, clearly not used to rejection—but Abigail didn’t care. Her focus was already locked on Emma’s hips, which were beginning to sway to the beat.

They moved together like they’d been choreographed—Abigail’s hands on Emma’s waist, guiding her as they danced. The crowd blurred around them, bodies moving in time, but none as synced as the two of them.

Emma spun, her back pressing into Abigail’s chest, grinding just enough to make Abigail groan softly in her ear.

“You’re trying to kill me,” Abigail whispered.

Emma turned her head, her voice breathless with laughter. “Not yet. Just keeping you on your toes.”

From across the dance floor, Megan and Ashley noticed and started hyping them up—Megan cupping her hands to shout, “Okay, okay, y’all better dance! We see you!”

Ashley added a whistle and a little body roll of her own before Megan spun her again.

The DJ dropped into a reggaeton set, and the rhythm got deeper, dirtier. Abigail pressed closer, hands roaming more boldly, lips brushing Emma’s neck.

“I need you to keep doing that,” Emma murmured. “Just like that.”

Abigail leaned in closer, her lips brushing the shell of Emma’s ear. “Say less.”

Her hands gripped Emma’s hips tighter, guiding her into each beat like she was reading the rhythm off her skin. Their bodies moved together in perfect sync — Emma’s back pressing into Abigail’s front, and Abigail’s breath getting heavier with every slow grind.

Emma reached back, her fingers curling into Abigail’s thigh as she moved. “You’re so sexy,” she murmured through a teasing smile.

“And you love it,” Abigail growled softly, nipping playfully at her earlobe.

Just then, a tall woman in a red corset top and glossy lips stepped up beside them, tapping Emma’s shoulder. “Hey, you got moves,” she said smoothly. “How about sharing one with me?”

Emma blinked, a little caught off guard. “Oh, uh—”

Before she could finish, Abigail stepped between them, not aggressively, just confidently. She slid her arm around Emma’s waist and turned them both slightly so Emma was tucked against her chest again.

“She’s already dancing with someone,” Abigail said coolly, her eyes holding steady contact with the girl’s. “Thanks, though.”

The woman raised her hands in mock surrender. “Damn. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You didn’t,” Abigail replied with a small smirk, her hand running down Emma’s back like punctuation.

The girl disappeared into the crowd with a shrug, and Emma looked up at Abigail, biting back a smile. “Smooth.”

Abigail kissed her cheek. “Didn’t want the song to be interrupted.”

Emma chuckled and leaned back into her, their hips swaying as the music shifted again.

“You know I think you’re extra hot when you step in like that,” Emma whispered, just loud enough for Abigail to hear.

“Good,” Abigail murmured back, stealing another kiss.

As if on cue, a guy a few feet away clearly hadn’t gotten the memo. He locked eyes with Emma as the beat slowed and made a move to reach for her hand.

Abigail caught it mid-air.

She didn’t even break eye contact with Emma as she gently but firmly redirected his hand away. “Nope.”

The guy blinked, confused, and started to say something, but Abigail finally looked at him with a sharp smile. “She’s good.”

Emma grinned wide, cheeks flushed. 

The guy gave a little scoff and melted back into the crowd. Abigail exhaled, shaking her head before pulling Emma into another kiss — deep, slow, and full of fire.

Emma moaned into her mouth, her fingers curling in Abigail’s shirt. “Let’s not dance with anyone else ever again.”

“Deal,” Abigail said, kissing her again, hands slipping lower.

From the other side of the dance floor, Megan hollered, “Y’all still making out? Damn! Take a lap!”

Ashley laughed and bumped her hip, “They’re in their own music video right now. Leave ’em alone!”

Emma broke the kiss with a giggle, resting her forehead against Abigail’s. “We’re definitely the main characters tonight.”

“Always,” Abigail said, stealing one more kiss before pulling her back into the dance.