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Did she ever expect to be a couple – holding hands with someone?
No, no she did not, but she could get used to this – just simple everyday touches, warm and comforting, brushing up against Mel as they walked or did spells or made potions. Even the looks and words seemed like they were physical – as if just Mel could brush against her lips, her face, and her body at any moment. Like any moment they’d be entwined together. Being able to be intimate with her at anytime they want, pending a magical emergency. At one time she didn’t think she deserved this, or hell that it would ever happen.
Not until Mel Vera.
Her gorgeous Grumpy Potion Princess, Abigael thought to herself with a smirk.
THE END.
