Warning: The following chapter contains sensitive subject matter. Reader discretion is advised.
“Do you want something to drink?” Zach offered, watching her
timidly shifting her weight between each foot and avoiding his gaze.
“No. I’m fine,” she replied softly. “I just want…I wasn’t
exactly honest with you,” Abigail frowned as she fell to the bed. “Our first
time…that night in the cave. It…wasn’t really…I wasn’t a…,” she sighed while
she fumbled with her fingers trying to find the right words to express herself.
“What I’m trying to say is it wasn’t my first time,” she finally blurted in one
breath.