Happy that he was paying attention, Abi placed her palms on his chest and smiled warmly. She was pleased that he had focused on that part of the story; it made her feel far more loved and respected when he paid attention to the things she was being truthful about. He had a history of glossing over tough aspects at times and so she had always been reluctant to admit her frailties and pain for fear of being brushed off. "I'm glad too, yeah, I wouldn't be here now."
She popped open his buttons this time as she told the story, "Ah, turns out I'm kind of easy to get in the sack when there's a few vodka tonics down my throat," Abi laughed, "We went to a club and danced, got a little bit drunk but I got bold and kissed her when we were at the bar..." she smirked at the memory. "I wasn't much of an active participant but from what I remember, she didn't seem to care. Spent the next hour with her face between my legs, making me come again and again."