"I will call you later."
Christopher hung up the phone and continued to look at her.
Abigail's beauty mesmerized him, and he felt as if he were seeing her for the first time all over again. His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer, taking in every detail of her appearance, before he finally walked over to her.
He took her hand in his and pressed his lips softly on the back of her hand.
"You look absolutely breathtaking," he said, his voice low and hoarse.
He gazed at her and felt compelled to wrap his arms around her and begin making love to her.
The air was thick with desire as they stood face-to-face, their eyes locked deeply. Time seemed to stand still, and they both felt the power of their love for each other.
Abigail saw the storm of uncontrolled desire in his eyes, but she really wanted to enjoy the evening. She gently put her hand on his chest and said slowly, "We should go now."
"Okay," he murmured huskily.
