Abigail’s POV

I could focus on nothing except Charles’ mouth on mine, and his body pressed against mine.

Every one of his movements was slow and deliberately quiet, as if he didn’t want to disturb the silence.

For a moment he broke away from me, and there was nothing except the heavy breathing coming from my rising and falling chest.

He offered a half-smile that felt like a challenge.

"I get excited every time I see your skin," he pulled ...