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"In about 30 minutes," he said with a sigh. "I need to shower."
She held her hands to her chest, nervously watching his back. "Abel...?"
He smirked. "Okay. Great."
She jumped, clearly on edge, but she nodded and followed him, casting one glance back at Eve as they fled.
He brightened, tilting his head. "You are?"
She looked distraught and confused and frightened, her brow furrowing as she held herself, saying nothing.
He smirked but finished his water, cleaning the dishes. "I need to go out today and do some work..."
She looked confused and frightened, folding her arms nervously. "That's it?!"
"I'm not, darling," he replied smoothly. "I think it's cute."
She kept her eyes closed, her breathing increasing in panic. "Stop it, Eve. Just stop it. Stop talking."
He leaned against the counter, sipping his water. "Jesus, you're not subtle."
She exhaled shakily, closing her eyes and turning her face away as well as Eve's grasp would allow. "That's not him. That's not... he's doing it...
He squinted at her playfully. "Did you just check me out?"
Ophelia began panicking a little and began talking, her eyes never leaving Abel. Despite this, her words weren't for him. "Is this because of the...
He beamed against her lips before pulling away, standing up to pour himself some water.
Ophelia stopped struggling, her hands on Eve's arm loosening as she watched Abel a little nervously, having flashbacks to when his memory was...
"I'm certainly interested."
Ophelia panicked as she was pulled back by Eve, her eyes widening as she struggled to get away from Eve. "No, stop! Leave him alone!"
He rested his forehead against hers. "That's a pretty good flirt," he mused.
Ophelia turned to the guard completely, standing in front of Abel protectively, her back against his. "Eve, desperation isn't a good look on...
