10: Eternally Grateful

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“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.

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09: Ugly Duckling

The phone rang again but this time, Abigail didn’t jump; she was expecting it. For the fifth time in nearly an hour it violently buzzed on top of her bedside table, begging to be picked up. But she didn’t answer. Instead she stared at it. Watching the glowing LED screen mercilessly flashing the caller’s ID and frowned. At last it went quiet. Abigail unclenched her jaw and sighed as she turned away. 

For three days she’d been going over her argument with Zach, trying to sort out her conflicted feelings. And for three nights she’d been lying in bed trying not to think about the way his hands felt on her body. She missed him. It had been too long since she could even get close to a man without completely freaking out. And there had been no one she could trust with her secret…except Zach. He was the first guy that genuinely showed interest in who she was as a person instead of snubbing her on sight.

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08: That Did Not Just Happen

“Today, we will be focusing on social psychology and how individuals relate to one another in social situations including social attitudes, social influence, and other group behavior,” Professor Singleton stood in front of his class, lecturing to a full room. Abigail sat, impatiently tapping her pen on top of her notebook as she waited for the hour to end. Lately, she found that her time in class paled in comparison to being with Zach; a fact that Jemma was all too thrilled to point out.

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07: Flowers and Candlelight

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A rose danced around the corner where Abigail stood, inching closer and closer until she ducked her head around the side of the newspaper stand and found Zach attempting to hide. “Hey!” she nearly shouted as he stood up and innocently pecked her cheek.

“Hey yourself,” Zach grinned and handed Abigail the flower. “Where are you off to?”

“My Scholars of Tomorrow meeting. We’re discussing this year’s charity event to raise money for school supplies for students in the Philippines.”

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06: Reading by Moonlight

Morning came and Abigail awoke to find Zach pulling on his dried jeans and shirt near the back of the cave. He smiled at her as she rolled over the blanket still naked and dreamily looked up at him. Zach started towards her and fell to his knees beside the firepit. “Morning, Sleepyhead,” he leaned down and lightly brushed his lips against hers before pulling her completely beneath him and deepening the kiss.

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