Chapter 38: Museums and You
JOHN’S POV
Abby wasn’t herself in the morning. She still seemed like she was upset from the night before with the so-called friends from high school. Most of the night, she had spent tossing and turning in her sleep.
As soon as we had gotten home, I had removed her make-up and told her how beautiful she was without it. She had told me how she had tried to tell them that she didn’t need it, but they had insisted anyway.
I knew that her friends had just wanted to spoil her and were only looking out for her well-being on top of wanting her to feel pretty. But I also knew that Abby probably felt most beautiful when she was in the garden getting her hands dirty. At least that was one of the things that I found attractive about her.
She walked out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body and froze when she saw me leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed over my chest.