"Shit." Lucy took her sobbing friend in her arms.
Abbey, annoyed at herself for allowing her feelings for Damien to get the better of her, cried into her friend's shoulder, letting the pain wash out of her. Then, sucking in a deep breath, she straightened, wiped her cheeks and hopped off the desk.
"I'm not going to let him get to me," she said, as much to convince herself as Lucy.
"Bit late for that," said Lucy, eyeing her closely.
Abbey tried to smile. "I'll be fine. I'm tough."
"Yeah, as tough as marshmallow when it comes to Vane."
Abbey cursed. "I shouldn't have let him get so close to me again." It's just that he was so persuasive. She just couldn't keep her hands off him.
There was something... magnetic between them.
Lucy surveyed her desk and placed her fists on out-thrust hips. "It's partly my fault. I shouldn't have left you alone with him."
