Christopher arrived home and found Abigail talking on the phone. Abigail turned around and looked behind her when she heard footsteps approaching.
"Elsa, I am hanging up now. I'll call you back later."
Beep
Abigail walked over to him with a smile on her face. "Welcome home," she said.
As Christopher approached, Abigail couldn't help but notice the tension in his body language. He seemed rigid, his jaw clenched, and his eyes flashed with an intensity that made her heart race. Before she could respond, Christopher grabbed her head and kissed her passionately, his briefcase slipping out of his grip. His kiss was aggressive and demanding.
The force of his affection took her breath away, leaving her dazed and confused. She couldn't understand if he was upset about something or if he desired her badly. Her body became slack under his ferocious kissing, and her knees gave way.