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“No, I’m here for tonight,” he replied quietly.
She drifted back asleep, settling down on the floor, her head near his hand.
She stood up, wrapping the blanket as she went out, her gaze landing lightly on him. She hesitated before lying on the floor next to the beanbag...
“You must be exhausted,” he said gently. “You has a long night.”
Later that night, Ophelia woke, looking around in confusion. “...Abel?” she asked, her voice small.
He still seemed concerned, brushing his fingers through her hair gently.
She curled up when he left, her hand curling against the mattress.
He kissed her forehead gently, cupping her jaw. “I’m sorry. Please call me next time.”
It didn’t take long for her to drift off, her grip on him loosening.
“I love you too,” he replied gently. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
She kissed his cheek, before resuming her position, closing her eyes.
“I guess,” he said worriedly. “But I don’t tell people where I live, either. I’ll have to be more careful.”
She looked up at him for a moment before burying her head in his neck gently. “I love you, Abel. Scary or not.”
“Please do,” he murmured, kissing her hair gently. “I don’t know how he figured out that you existed, though. I work really hard to make sure no...
She got into the bed and looked up at him before extending her arms for him patiently.
She seemed uncertain. “...okay...”
“I’m just sorry it took me so long,” he replied gently. “He’s gone. He won’t be back.”
She hesitated, looking up at him nervous. “No, I do,” she said hastily.
“I’m so sorry,” he said softly, inspecting her carefully. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
She still seemed skeptical, but rested her head on his chest tiredly. “Okay, Abel.”
