On the bed, Abigail met the finest gaze of the perfect man whom she had hugged all night. He didn't let go too. And now, without uttering a single word, his eyes told so many reticent things silently. Apologies were there although she neither knew why, nor she bothered to know.
The window next to the bed was still open and it cast a yellowish hue through the nice curtains. Slowly, the sun was going up.
“We should go back, Alex.” said Abigail.
Alex shook his head as he buried his face in the crook of her neck but she held his chin up and forced him to look at her. A sigh left his lips. “It's dawn. We only slept for two hours.”
Feeling the caress of his warm body against hers, Abigail bit her lower lip. Her cheeks reddened. “Y-you can continue sleeping in your room. But not here. Claire
