68- I want him

This was the last evening of their honeymoon. Abigail was beyond happy yet sad. She did not want to leave the place. Here she discovered a new side of Hunter.

She used to think that no other man except her dad could be this caring or compassionate. But she was wrong. She was not a wealthy chick otherwise she would have thought Hunter was a greedy bull, only after her money. 

She was leaning back on the wooden swing placed beside the pool. A few days back Abi saw it in the porch of an unoccupied cottage and asked Hunter if it could be shifted.

She stared into the glass in her hand and twisted it by the stem. The remaining wine swirled in circles, rising up the sides of the glass and dropping back down with a tiny splash with each full circle.

“Hey, sleepyhead!” She heard Hunter sitting beside her giving the swing a gentle push.

“I am not sleeping.” She straightened. “I am going to miss this place.” She looked