Morning
It was the early hours of the morning—about 1:30 am—and Abbey should have been having an early night so that she was fully prepared to, as they say, “really kick some ass” at the tournament in the morning. But it just felt so good to curl up with lots of chocolate and watch a soppy romance on the hotel TV. She knew that if she went too near the bed, her Hair would attempt a group bond with the other two, with or without her permission. They were in about the same position as they had been when she first saw them as she left the bathroom hours earlier, both fully dressed but curled up so tightly that you couldn’t tell which bit was Zoe and which bit was Jilly.
It was so nice being near to them at this time; even at this distance, she could feel them bonding. It was like the lovely
