He spun her around and for a moment, Abigail felt whole. She wasn't something that needed to be healed. He was here. And he was incredibly handsome. Abigail felt his hands on her waist, pulling her in. Closer ad closer.

This wasn't a pretend kiss, or a let's—learn—how—to one. This was the real deal.

Conrad Fisher was kissing her, and she felt whole.

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CONRAD FISHER: We aren't going party hunting at two am, Abby.
ABIGAIL PARKER: Okay, Mr Allergic to Fun.