Their passionate kiss had both of them out of breath, their chests rising and falling in unison as they clutched at each other. Abigail rested her forehead against Christopher's chest, their connection intensified by the afterglow of their intimate moment. His arms enveloped her in a secure embrace as if he never wanted to let her go.
They stood there for a long moment, savoring the connection between them. Words felt unnecessary in that moment – their heartbeats spoke louder than any language ever could. The rapid rhythm of their pulses synchronized, echoing the depth of their longing and the intensity of their love.
Eventually, Abigail's gaze shifted from their entwined forms to the bouquet he held in his hands. A surprised smile lit up her face.
With joyful enthusiasm, she exclaimed, "Is this for me?"
