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Forty Five

Abigail gazed into his eyes finding his blue eyes peculiar…. entranced by it. She had never been up close with a man before, this is a first.

She knew if she moved her lips just a little bit forward, their lips would touch.. for some reason she wanted to know what it would be like to kiss him when she's not drunk.

"Could you please get up, you are becoming too heavy." Marcel said breaking her chain of thoughts.

Abigail let's out a series of cough, her cheeks as red as a tomato.

"I'm so sorry." She mumbles getting off Marcel's body.

Marcel scratched the back of his neck feeling so awkward, "It's fine."

"We should.. uhm... go back to the sitting room." Abigail stuttered, she couldn't understand why she was having speech problems. She wasn't one to stutter, not even if there was a gun pointed at her head.

"Yeah, we should." Marcel concurred.

The both of them walked towards the door and only ended up crashing into each other.

"Ouch." Abigail cried out rubbing her forehead, a pout on
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