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He reached over, gently cupping her jaw with one hand. “You want to know something gross but also kind of funny?”
“I know, Abes,” she said gently, reaching over and squeezing his hand. It wasn’t romantic, more of a soothing gesture. “It’s okay.”
He looked down at her, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Are you okay?”
She looked ashamed after a moment. “Yes, you are,” she said gently. “I’m sorry. I’m being selfish.”
He joined her a few minutes later, wearing pajama pants and he was slipping on a shirt. As he did so, she would see bruises completely covering...
She folded her hands, looking around. “I don’t think I could lose you again,” she said quietly.
“Will do,” he replied, heading over towards Alyssa.
She glanced over at him before running her hand along a display of curtains. “I gotta not be hopeful, Abel,” she said quietly. “You get that, right?”
“Yeah,” he said gently. “You must be tired.”
She pressed her lips together, pulling away. “Come on,” she said, trying to remain optimistic. “Let’s keep looking.”
He kissed her forehead before looking in the living room. “I should move Alyssa to the couch...”
She looked uncertain, her hands falling from his chest. “I suppose...”
He looked a little guilty, frowning. “I didn’t want to leave you.”
She tilted her head, dropping her hands. “How do you know?”
He watched her almost bashfully before setting her down. “I missed you.”
“We did,” she repeated. “It wasn’t too long ago. That was real; what you remembered was real.”
He kissed her back, resting her against the wall as he held her.
She approached him, cupping his jaw in her trembling hands. “That’s right,” she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper. “That’s right,...
He beamed at her, reaching up with one hand to cup her jaw. “I love you,” he repeated quietly, sweet and earnest as he considered her.
She jerked her head around, looking at him intensely. “What did you say?”
