The Long Lost Tale (Part XXII)

Abigail and Alex lay on the bed, chests heaving, drawing much needed air.

Even though Abigail was tired, she didn't want to succumb to sleep, afraid that he would disappear once she closed her eyes. She raised herself up slightly and rested on her elbow, gazing down at his gorgeous face.

Silently, she traced every contour of his face with a featherlike touch of her finger, as if she was engraving everything to her memory. She did just that for a while until Alex spoke. "Abigail…" he uttered her name as he lifted his hand and caressed her cheek. Emotions were swirling around in his tantalizing eyes. His eyes were more beautiful and mesmerising than the starry night sky that Abi didn't want to look away.

"Hmm?" she smiled slightly but when she saw the serious look in his face, her smile slowly faded.

"I…" he paused, looking torn, as if he was making a decision right then on whether to tell her the truth or not. "I have something important to tell you."