Abigail shifted her head on the pillow. She was waking up and her body was not agreeing to it. She felt heavy and weighed down. Every movement was a battle in itself, her limbs were not cooperating.
Finally she rolled to her side and cracked an eye open. She was laying down on a vast bed, covered by white soft cotton sheets. She played her fingers over the sheet absentmindedly a second before she noticed the man sitting on a chair across the room watching her.
Abigail gasped in shock and quickly clenched her hand into a fist. She watched the man stand up smoothly from the chair and began to walk towards her.
It was not the same man she had been with earlier, Lorenzo. Abigail frowned and lifted her head slightly to better see the man. He looked to be in his late twenties with a mob of co
