[She shouldn't be scared, this was Michael she was with. But since it had been so long, Abigail wasn't sure if she was doing this right.
Her hand slipped down from Michael's head to run her fingers along the nape of his neck, occasionally trailing them through the ends of his hair.
When Abigail felt comfortable enough she moved her body closer to his, bringing the hand on the couch to rest at Michael's waist. She broke the kiss for a moment, needing to catch her breath. Her gaze shifted to his face.]
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Her hand slipped down from Michael's head to run her fingers along the nape of his neck, occasionally trailing them through the ends of his hair.
When Abigail felt comfortable enough she moved her body closer to his, bringing the hand on the couch to rest at Michael's waist. She broke the kiss for a moment, needing to catch her breath. Her gaze shifted to his face.]