Abigail's POV
Pulling a brush through my hair stubbornly, purposely taking my time to get ready. I needed to put distance between me and the males outside my room. Every now and then, I would hear them whine about how long it took me to get ready. And the truth was, it never usually took me this long, but today I needed space! I had curled my hair, then brushed the curls out, straightened it and tried on a million outfits before throwing them all on the bed to shove my hair up in a high ponytail.
My nerves were frazzled; I knew that! Just like I knew, the reason I was flustered was because of the urges I had woken up with for the two men on the other side of that door! The awkward conversation I had yet to have with them and the 360 they had evidently pulled in the last 24 hours! I
