Abby swallowed and shook her head, "N-no." She managed to let out.
"Good." He said laying down on his back.
"Move closer dear wife, I won't bite," he suggested. Without hesitation, she rolled over to nestle against him. His arm enveloped her back, drawing her closer until her head found a comfortable spot on his shoulder, and her leg intertwined with his.
The indescribable sensation of feeling his warm skin against hers made her secretly cherish the moment.
Though only a few minutes passed, they lay in a silent embrace, immersed in the rhythm of his heartbeat and steady breathing.
His fingers traced soothing circles on her lower back, the other hand resting atop hers on his chest.
"This is nice," she confessed in a hushed tone, uncertain why she almost whispered in the private moment. The fragility of the moment made her cautious, as if any sudden noise could shatter it.
"Yeah... it is," he agreed, his response faint. ;
