it had been months — no, years since abby had even considered speaking to you. that was half a lie — she’d thought about you countless times, but she’d never actually acted on her feelings.

she groaned, rubbing her temples as she sat up, cautiously peeling off the arm of the man who lay next to her. truthfully, all of her pining for him was just misdirected feelings that she felt for you.

and suddenly she was calling you, her phone buzzing in her hand.

“hey,” she greeted, voice raspy.