*This scene is unedited and subject to change.
Abel and Delilah (Lie) From the novel Perfect Lie
release date: Dec. 17, 2013
He ignored me as he picked up the remote and began flipping through the movie channels. He stopped on a scary movie that was showing a man getting stabbed in the shoulder as blood sprayed across the screen. I cringed and curled closer into his side.
“You scared?” He smirked as his arm went over my shoulders.
“I’m not a fan of violence.” I tried to focus on the television and not the places our bodies touched, sending waves of heat through his shirt that I still wore.
“Aww… I won’t let them come through the screen and get you,” He replied sarcastically and I smacked him lightly on the chest as I settled in to his side. The killer wiped the blood from his blade on his shirt and set off towards a home in the woods that vaguely reminded me of Abel’s work in progress. He was met by three guys in varsity jackets who challenged him to a fight in their inebriated state. I turned my head, hiding my face against Abel’s neck, my knees pulled up over his lap.
“What’s happening?” I asked as I breathed in the scent of his polo sport.
“Jock number one took a knife to the jugular,” He said with a laugh as his free hand fell on my bare knee on his lap. “Number two is putting up a fight, but he’s doing it all wrong. He’s… aww… come on.”
“I think he just lost his football scholarship. Number three swung and missed. He’s trying to run. Ohhh!” He yelled, causing me to jump. “He didn’t make it.” His thumb tapped against my skin and my heart began to beat in time with his absentminded touch.
“Can I look?” I went to turn my head but Abel’s fingers came up and turned my cheek back into the crook of his neck.
“I don’t think you want to see this part.”
“Why? What’s going on?”
Abel cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat as his hand went back to my leg. “He’s gonna kill a couple on the couch.”
“What’s happening?” I asked and I felt his body shiver slightly as my breath blew over his neck.
“They’re making out,” His voice was a quiet whisper as I felt his pulse increase under my fingertips. “He’s…” he cleared his throat. “ Sliding his hand up her thigh.” His thumb slid lightly back and forth over the inside of my knee. “The killer is watching from inside the doorway. Her eyes are closed and he’s slipping his hand under her skirt.” He’s face moved a fraction of an inch until our cheeks were pressed against each other’s and his hot breath blew over my ear. I could hear the panting and quiet moans from the movie and I contemplated turning to watch but I was frozen against Abel, oddly enjoying his play by play of the scene and not sure seeing it for myself would do anything to make this situation any less intense. “She likes it,” he whispered.
“Yeah?” I whispered back, my voice coming out breathy.
“Yeah,” His fingers gripped tighter on my lower thigh.
“What are they doing now?” I asked as my hand slid up from his chest to the other side of his neck.
“He’s kissing her,” His face pulled back a fraction, putting our mouths closer to each other. “She’s moving against his hand.” He swallowed hard and I stayed pinned against him, motionless as I listened to the faint sounds of lovemaking. Their moans deafening in the small space. “He’s taking off her panties, sliding them down her legs.”
My eyes fell closed as I was entranced by his voice, my mouth suddenly dry. I heard the clicking of the remote as he turned the volume down just as the female became more vocal in her pleasure. Abel’s hand slid a few inches up my thigh to the edge of his shorts that I was wearing. “She’s spreading her legs for him and he is sliding in between them, her hands undoing his jeans.”
My breathing grew ragged and my fingers gripped onto the collar of his shirt. “Yeah?”
“Yeah…” His face angled towards mine and his breath blew over my lips as our foreheads pressed against each other’s. His hand slipped up and down the outside of my thigh, sending tingles vibrating through my skin with each pass. “And now he’s sliding into her…”
“You’re not even looking at the screen,” I said with a laugh and my eyes opened as I glanced to the television. The movie was rolling credits and I pushed against Abel’s chest to back him away from me as my cheeks burned with embarrassment. “You’re such a liar!”
“You were enjoying yourself. I didn’t want to disappoint you.” He joked and I smacked him on the chest.
“You asshole! You didn’t have to make fun of me!”
He looked over at me. His eyes started on my thighs, glided over my chest and up to meet my gaze. “You really are naïve, kettle. I should go.” He motioned to stand and I grabbed onto his arm to keep him from getting up.
“Don’t do that.”
“Look down at me like Trish does. Neither of you know the first damn thing about me. I didn’t grow up in a fucking bubble and my life wasn’t sail boats and designer drugs like you two. You’re the ones who are naïve. You like to party every day and fuck a new stranger each night like you’re so badass. You don’t have the first clue.”
“You think you’re badass, Lie?” He leaned closer until I could smell the minty toothpaste on his breath. I refused to move away because I knew that is exactly what he expected me to do. “You want to know what it’s like to be on a sail boat with me?” He smirked but it wasn’t playful and his voice was low and menacing. “This,” he pulled up his shirt to show me the hot white scar over his ribcage. “This is from the last time I was on a boat. Me, my mom, my dad. I was the only one who came back home that day, only home was gone for me. My whole world was gone, so yeah, I can teach you about sail boats and drugs and fucking some random stranger just to feel something; anything other than emptiness. I can show you all of that, little girl.”
I leaned away from him now, stunned into silence by his confession and mortified that I had brought up such a painful memory for him.
“I-I’m so sorry, Abel. I didn’t have any idea.”
“That’s right. You have no idea.” He stood and I looked down over me with what only could be described as disgust as he walked towards the front door. He yanked it open and it slammed off the wall before banging shut behind him.
TERESA MUMMERT is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. Her work includes word-of-mouth bestselling, White Trash Trilogy, which landed her a three-book publishing deal with Simon & Schuster. She is also the author of the wildly popular Honor Series which chronicles the taboo romance between a student and her college professor.
To date, she's written over twenty-five novels and plans for many more releases in the future.