I am sorry

 Abrielle's head snapped up to gaze up at him; she was startled and initially forgot the reason why she was there. " Why am I here?" She asked herself out loud. It was silly of her 

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 "I should be the one asking that question." Cedric chuckled, flickering her forehead. She winced, rubbing her forehead. A cute frown on her face. "Why did you do that?" The princess whined with her lips pouted.

 

 "You were staring blankly. " Cedric asked, moving away; he got up to the bed to sit down, his entire attention to her. "What are you doing here?" He asked her the same question Abrielle was asking herself while rubbing her forehead. She was tempted to glare at him.

 

 She composed herself and then cleared her throat. "I came to have a conversation and not an argument," Abrielle replied. Her eyes were wandering around the room refusing to stare back at him. He was flaunting that body of his, which was drool-worthy.