I was lying in bed, wearing Abigail's pajamas, smelling like her, wide awake—staring at the ceiling in her room.
'What the fuck am I doing here?'
Earlier, just as the door started to open, Senne's flame nearly exploded. What felt like a tornado swirled in my room, slamming the door shut before it could open enough for Abigail to catch a glimpse inside.
"Not on my watch."
That was what Senne said.
My bedroom looked like a tornado hit it—because it literally did—but I had no time to argue with Senne back then. I quickly ran to the door, stepped out, and apologized to Abigail.
"Sorry, I forgot to close the window and the wind was… like really strong just now."
"Are you alright? It sounded like there was a storm in your room or something," Abigail quipped.
"Yeah, I shut the window now."
"So can I come in then?" she asked, grinning.
"No."
Abigail raised an eyebrow at my sudden—and extremely rare—rejection.
"Why not?"
"It's a bit messy."
