His hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her up towards him, causing her hands to grip his shoulder tightly. Additionally, she embedded her face and her whole front body onto his solidly.

 

Gasping, Abby looked up at Steven's cholerically raised eyebrow. Adoring his dishy-looking face, she bit her lower corner lip and softly breathed out an intoxicating sigh.

 

"Say it again!" He voiced inflamed. His grasp on her waist went further tight, causing her to gasp softly.

 

Blinking once, with nervous, shaded lips, she stammered, "I-I’m going t-to marry—"

 

Steven sealed her lips with his passionate kiss, which was impenitence, and also its pleasure made her grip on his...