You and Abby were getting ready for bed, having your first sleepover in your relationship. As you stepped out of the bathroom, your hair damp and in your pyjamas you glanced around the room to find Abby sitting on the edge of her bed undoing her braid. She didn't notice you until she heard the bathroom door shut behind you.

"Oh." Abby gave a small, shy smile. "Hey."

Her dark blonde, long hair flowed down her shoulders. She looked so soft and different like this, perhaps vulnerable?