Knives, deer and preferring passion over religion. They might have more in common then they thought. Abigail's mind ran through all the things she could say, talk of the deer in the forests back home, and so on.
Abigail's mind went completely blank with all those words disappearing, when Audrey joined her on the bed. Her heart sped up, pounding in her chest. It felt like desire was running though her veins. Then there was a kiss, those lips she'd been staring at since the elevator were touching her lips and it felt so good. Making conversation lost all importance.
The kiss ended far too soon for Abigail's liking. She wanted to kiss her again, taste her, until it felt like she couldn't breathe. She cupped Audrey's cheek gently and leaned in to capture her lips in another kiss -still soft and tender, but lasting longer this time.