Christopher's clothes hitting the floor echoed through the silence, punctuated by his ragged breathing. Abigail's heart raced in anticipation, her pulse pounding in her ears. The atmosphere was charged with an electric tension that seemed to crackle between them.
As Christopher approached the bed, his naked form radiated confidence and masculinity. His yearning for Abigail was palpable, and he couldn't help but lean over to her, his strong hand tenderly caressing her warm, reddened cheek.
Abigail's gaze roamed over his body, drinking in every detail. She felt a rush of heat spread throughout her veins, her skin tingling in expectation.
Their eyes locked in a smoldering gaze, and he spoke in a husky, intense tone, "Could you tell me why you're smiling?" His gaze never wavered, drinking in her every expression and every nuance.