"I trust you, you know not to crash it." Abigail muttered, pressing her forehead against his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her. He was warm, safe, secure, and she should have been happy with that. She kind of was, except she kept seeing Ed because she was the worst kind of person. "You wouldn't have to miss me if you stayed over some time."

And then she wouldn't be tempted to call Ed. Except this wasn't Kim's fault, this was her. This was all her.