Stepping out on the small balcony of the apartment, I look ahead. The scene before is nothing special, just various sizes of buildings in which the lights of some apartments are still on, however, the others are completely dark as the time is way past the bedtime of most of the people.

The air blowing around me feels soothing on my skin, completely opposite to the suffocating environment inside the apartment due to body heat emitting from a large number of people.

I am a typical twenty years old girl who loves to mingle with people, enjoys attending parties, and has big dreams about the future.

But at the same time, I am a girl who sometimes loves to have a moment with herself, enjoys the quietness of the surroundings, who only dream to see her loved ones happy.

When I think of myself, touchwood, I feel I have been blessed with the life that many people can just imagine in their dreams. I am not talking about money, cars, or a big house. I am talking about the things which truly matters, things which are not materialistic but still essential for anyone. Family.

Honestly, I hardly feel the need to make friends as I already have a life long friend in my sister. Even though she is three years younger than me, but she is someone with whom I can share my heart. It is strange we never really had a fight like other siblings, and half of the credit goes to Abigail. She is so giving and loving, that there was and is never place jealousy or insecurity between us.

The moment mom and dad brought her home from the hospital, I instantly fell in love with her. For me, she is my baby girl, my own real-life doll. Then, Natalie, my other crazy girl came into my life. She is not my own sister but nevertheless, she nothing less than that.

She was four years old when we have met for the first time, for the first two hours she was this cute little shy girl. But after that, she transformed into a girl with whom you can't sit with a straight face. Her crazy antics will surely bound to make you laugh.

Well, until you are not her victim.

My phone chimes, as Natalie's name, appears on my screen.

Think of the devil and devil is here. I laugh lightly to myself while I open her message.

Which one will look more good on me, tomorrow? I read her message and, smiling, I shake my head at the word 'more'.

No lack of confidence for this girl.

Below the message, she has attached pictures of her clothes. One is an off-shoulder crop top with high waisted jeans shorts and the other one is a simple pale pink dress.

I send her a text asking where she is going.

To my aunt's house who calls shit as food.

"Natalie..." I chuckle at her reply.

"Go for the pink dress you will little less hostile." I shoot her a reply and place my phone back in my clutch.

I turn my head towards the door when I hear approaching footsteps. I smile when Adam comes and stands beside me.

"I am sorry, I just didn't realize you were out here as I got lost in the conversations with my friends." He gives a guilty smile, "We have met after quite a while, so..." He trails off with a small shrug.

"It's okay, I have you for life." I give him a teasing smile, "I don't mind if they steal you from me for a while."

Throwing his head back he laughs.

"So, Naomi..." I slowly speak, and notice the way his eyes slightly widen hearing her name, "She is your ex-girlfriend, right?" I ask, with a small smile.

"How did you know? Did she say anything to you?" He turns serious, "Or was she mean to you that's why you came here?" He holds my shoulders, as his concern-filled eyes search my face.

Honestly, it was not hard to figure that Naomi was his ex-girlfriend. The way Nora reacted to Naomi's presence it was obvious Adam had some kind of history with her.

"She is a little dumb." I laugh trying to ease his tension, "But she still cares about you." Looking back inside the apartment, I catch Naomi discreetly looking in our direction.

More like discreetly glancing at Adam.

"Do you care about her?" I ask, glancing straight into Adam's eyes. He seems taken back by my question, as hesitancy fills his eyes.

"I...umm..." He looks away, then turns his gaze back to me, "I do, I still care about her." He nods his head, answering my question honestly.

"I like that you are honest with me." I tuck my hair behind my ear.

"But I swear, Hannah, there is nothing going on between me and her." He holds my hand, "Whatever we had ended way before our marriage. Trust me, I can't even think to hurt you. You, probably, have no idea and neither I can describe this to you even if I want to but you mean a lot to me. I can't think of cheating on you." He shakes his head while his hold tightening on my hand.

"I care about her because there was a time she was someone important to me." He pulls me closer to him, still holding my hand, "But it is just care, nothing else."

"Adam, I know, you don't have to explain anything to me," I softly say to him while placing my other hand on his hands, "I am perfectly fine with it. You know why?" I raise my eyebrows.

When he doesn't respond, I smile.

"Because it means I married to a person who has a beautiful heart which is filled with kindness." I sigh and wrap my arm around his torso and he immediately pulls me to his side placing his chin on my head, "Honestly, I would have been angry with you if you had said you didn't care about her because that might have proved that you are a jerk."

Leaning away, I glance at his face, "She is a nice girl, who still cares about you. She thought we are forced into this marriage which bothered her. But when I told her there is nothing like that and we are happy with each other, this really put her worry at ease."

Not every past relations are toxic. Sometimes simply things just not work between people for no apparent reason. This doesn't mean either one of them is bad or we should stop caring about the person with whom we have shared some beautiful moments of our life.

Smiling down at me, he kisses my forehead making me close my eyes focusing on his small affectionate kiss that speaks so much the things which he is not able to express.

"Since we are talking about the past?" He asks with a teasing glint in his eyes, "How many boyfriends you had?" He lightly raises his eyebrows.

"You have met dad, right?" I laugh, arching an eyebrow.

Even all my guy friends are afraid of him, and some of the reason behind his extreme protectiveness is whatever happened with Abigail. I feel he blames himself for everything that Abigail had gone through. The only time when I have seen my dad cry was when he brought Abigail back home that night. Some people might think he tries to control our lives, but I know it is just his love and concern for us.

"Yeah, I guess, that pretty much answers my question." He nods his head while chuckling a little. "However, I don't find anything wrong with it, if we have a daughter who is even half beautiful as you then even I would keep every boy far away from her."

My heart flutters the way he talked about our future family.

"So, anyone else present here, with whom you had shared some kind of interesting equation?" I wiggle my eyebrows at him, while I watch his cheeks getting warm as he avoids my gaze.

"Your reaction gives away the fact that, indeed, there is someone present here." Stepping away from him, I cross my arms over my chest giving him a smug look, "So, Mr.Adam Williams spill the beans."

"Yeah, there is a girl on which I used to have a crush. But it was just a crush I could never gather the courage to approach her and later I found she was dating someone else." He rubs the back of his neck, looking embarrassed.

"Is she here?" I ask slightly excited.

"Yes, she is the one who is standing near the couch wearing the off-white dress." He subtly points at the girl.

"Well, then go and kiss her." I nod my head in her direction. "Of course, after asking for her permission."

"What?!" His eyes widen as he looks at me like I am crazy, "Have you gone out of your mind, Hannah?"

"No, she was your crush and I want you to experience how it feels to kiss her." I shrug nonchalantly. "So that even if you still carry some kind of feelings for her, they will get out of your system."

"Well, but don't try to kiss me after kissing her." I cringe, "As it would be like indirectly kissing her."

Holding my waist he pulls me towards him and winds his hand in my hair.

"The only feelings I have is for someone who is already mine." He brings my head closer to his, "And when I have experienced kissing you, I don't think I ever want to kiss anyone ever again."

I close my eyes as our lips meet.

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