Morning came far too soon. The orange neon glow was gone, replaced by thin sunlight pushing through the curtains. The ache of sleeping in a strange bed brought me back to the world. Abby had already woken up and showered. I glanced around the quiet room and saw my tacky shirt still hanging from the nightstand. Beside it sat a steaming cup of coffee. Sitting up, I took a sip and wrinkled my nose at the bitterness of it, th...

I got a message the next morning from Abby. But sadly, there would be no stealthy meet-up. She just didn't have a feasible way to escape for any length of time. And I really understood. It's not as easy to slip away, like many stories say. I did, however, catch a brief glimpse of her from a distance. When she texted me about where they were going, I rushed into town, getting an iced coffee at one of those trendy coffee sp...

Once the adrenaline and panic of nearly being discovered faded, a tinge of anger crept in. Not at Abby, but at the situation. We were so close, but I guess it's a good thing we didn't get started on round two. That would have been horrible, especially for Abby. I really should have tried to get her out. Get her to a more neutral location. But damn, I couldn't help myself when it came to her. This insatiable need to be wit...