Christopher wrapped his arms around her waist, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. He whispered in her ear, "Do you like it?" His voice was husky and full of emotion.
Abigail couldn't put into words how lovely the terrace was. She could only nod, her eyes wide with wonder.
Christopher's face lit up with a satisfied grin, his eyes gleaming with happiness. "I wanted to create a memory that would last a lifetime," he replied, drawing her close. "Welcome to our own little piece of heaven, my love."
He led her to the center of the terrace, where a heart was formed from red rose petals.
Abigail was hesitant to step on such a lovely, soft heart. But Christopher insisted.
"This is my heart, and you have already captured it," he said.
Abigail was speechless once again, and she stepped on the velvety heart.
"You are the queen of my heart," he whispered as he drew her close to his chest.
