Eighty Seven

Abigail opened her eyes sleepily, she stared at the empty space beside her on the bed and wondered where Marcel had gone to.

“Marcel?” Abigail called standing up from the bed, wrapping the white bed sheet around her body.

“I’m here.” Marcel answered from the balcony.

Abigail walked over to the balcony and saw him standing, his body resting on the railings.

“Good morning.” Abigail greets wrapping her arms around his waist from the back.

“You mean good afternoon, right?” Marcel asked turning around and placing a kiss on her forehead.

“What? There’s no way I would have slept that long.” Abigail replied frowning.

“Well you did. And I can’t blame you, after what went down all through the night.” He smirked at her, Abigail blushed.

Her stomach suddenly rumbled, and she held it in embarrassment.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed off, after the hot section we had last night, plus you sleeping till 3 in the afternoon, definitely you would be hungry.” He chuckled, Abigail blushed again, “