Thirty Three

Abigal woke up the next day feeling drowsy and tired. She hadn't gotten a wink of sleep until very late last night. She kept tossing and turning on her bed, restless and uncomfortable.

She knew why, it was because of Marcel's presence. She had thought she would be able to handle it at least for the time being but it seemed she lied to herself. She looked over at him, he was sitting up already awake. She watched as he stretched on the tiny sofa,

"Shit.” He cursed as his muscles cracked and popped during his stretch.

"God my body hurts.” He said to no one in particular. Abigail rolled her eyes at him, she cleared her throat to get his attention.

"You are awake. Good morning.” Marcel greeted on seeing she was awake.

"Good morning.” Abigail responded as dragging herself out of bed.

"Slept well?" Marcel asked.

"You should shower and get dressed. There’s somewhere you have to accompany me to." She instructs Marcel ignoring his earlier questions.

He glanced over at her with raised eyebrow