Chapter 61 Kissing in the Bathroom
Gregory moved closer and said, "Can't you tell if I've been drinking? I'm serious, Abigail."
Abigail avoided his eyes, her gaze landing on him instead. He wore a loosely tied white robe, exposing his muscular chest. I t was indeed very hot.
She always knew Gregory had a good figure, but this was next level. The air felt stifling, and she licked her dry lips, trying to look away. But his presence was too strong to ignore.
Despite her efforts, she kept glancing at him. Trying to sound calm, she said, "Mr. White, I might need some time to adjust."
She looked up nervously, appearing both pitiful and endearing. Gregory's heart softened, but he remembered her indifference to Olivia and steeled himself.
After Olivia's confession, Gregory watched Abigail's reaction closely. She showed no jealousy, just curiosity and surprise about his relationship with Olivia.
Gregory gently lifted her chin, moving closer. "It's okay, let's start with a kiss and take it slow."
Abigail's eyes widened, and she tried to pull away, but she couldn't break free from Gregory's hold. His grip wasn't strong, but it was enough to keep her in place.
Before kissing her, he asked, "Have you ever kissed anyone before?"
Abigail shook her head. She hadn't even held hands with Roman since they were kids. The closest they got was when she was ten. After being kidnapped and waking up from a fever to find Roman by her side, she grabbed his hand out of fear, but that was it.
Thinking about Roman and Jessica made her feel sick. If Roman had touched her with the same body that touched Jessica... just the thought made her shudder.
Gregory was pleased with her answer and kissed her. Her lips were soft and sweet, just as he imagined. He held her waist with one hand and her nape with the other, gently tracing her lips with his tongue.
Abigail tensed up, unable to move or think. Gregory noticed and gently bit her lower lip, whispering, "Abigail, not paying attention will get you punished."
Abigail snapped out of it and tried to push him away, but she was too weak. Gregory clasped her hands, interlocking their fingers, and raised them above her head, deepening the kiss.
Her long lashes trembled, and her heart pounded. She could feel Gregory's lips moving, sucking, and licking hers. He was gentle and patient, guiding her step by step. It felt more soothing than anything else.
Abigail held his hand tightly, her nervousness gradually easing under his gentle touch. Maybe it was the steamy bathroom or the enclosed space, but she got lost in his tenderness.
The kiss lasted until she felt she couldn't breathe, and Gregory finally let her go. Seeing her face red like an apple, he smiled contentedly. He traced her moist lips with his thumb, his eyes filled with affection.
Abigail gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling. Her neckline was disheveled, revealing the curves of her heaving chest. Gregory felt a surge of heat, but he knew he had already crossed a line.
"Abigail, see? Kissing isn't as scary as you thought. We're married. You have to accept this."
Abigail looked up, her eyes turning red as tears fell. Gregory panicked, wiping her tears and softly coaxing, "Abigail, don't cry. It's my fault. I was too impatient."
He kept apologizing, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. The always composed Gregory was flustered, but he didn't care. His heart and eyes were on the aggrieved Abigail.
She sniffled, swatting his hand away. "Mr. White, you're bullying me!"
Gregory, helpless and heartbroken, nodded. "Yes, it's my fault. I won't force you anymore, okay?"
Abigail extended her pinky finger. "You said it. You have to keep your promise."
Gregory chuckled softly, "I will keep my promise."
He sighed silently, looking at her smiling face. She had no idea how charming she was or what she meant to him.
With Gregory's assurance, Abigail withdrew her hand and, taking advantage of his distraction, dashed away.
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