Abby gasped softly, staring down at her hand as Matthew nudged it away. There it was again, that shock of heat that came from him every time they touched. Shaking it off, the tingle in the back of her mind of an idea came wiggling its way to the surface. She needed to find out what was going on with him. Her mother often told her when she was little that one day her curiosity would get her into serious trouble and it turns out her mother was usually right. Shoving both her hands in her pocket, she ignored the stinging pain of her cut up knuckles as she trotted out the bathroom with Matthew in the lead. "Oh, such a gentleman mister Grey," she sighed in a fake lovey-dovey tone.<br/><br/>Purposely drawing many peoples attention to the fact that they were walking out of the bathroom together. Jogging up to his side to keep up with him, it seemed as though Abby bounced back into her normal personality of smart-ass brat. As the final bell rang and the halls cleared out, Abby waited till they reached a hallway that was completely empty before nearly tackling Matthew into a nearby janitor closet and slamming the door shut. Grabbing at his huge hands with hers, she flipped them over to look at the palms of his hands with narrowed eyes. The over-extended touching caused her whole body to go from normal Abby temperature to raging inferno temperature, but she was bound and determined to figure out how he was doing it.<br/><br/>Using all of her surprising amount of strength, she managed to trip Matthew and get him falling to the ground where she basically attacked him with all her searching. "How are you doing it????" she questioned him in a frustrated, very serious, but oddly cute manner. Abby looked like a child the way she was pouting in frustration and searching him all over to find some kind of hidden heater on him or something. Suddenly she felt Matthew's body tense under her as her long, curly hair brushed very softly over his face. Abby's scent washed over him like a tidal wave and her hair was as soft as it looked, irresistible to touch. Frowning down at him in frustration she huffed heavily as her cheeks began to go from soft red to dark red the hotter he made her and the longer they stayed in a rather intimate contact. Abby kept her seat on top of his stomach as she frowned down at him, her breathing a little heavier than usual from all her attacking, though in a way it was really playful. "How do you keep making me feel so hot every time you touch me?" she asked him again in frustration.