To be honest, it didn't take much to make Abigail smile like that. Not where Anthony was concerned. Just being with him made her so incredibly happy she couldn't even describe it. And she was so miserable when he wasn't around. She needed him, and that was that. She didn't even want to think about what her life would be like if he were just to suddenly get bored with her or something. Luckily enough for her, that was as likely as her leaving him. It wouldn't happen. Period. She loved him far too much.
Abigail was quite dramatic in her own right, though that had calmed down quite a bit since she finally accepted how she felt for him and vice versa. But a few weeks ago, she had a dramatic panic attack almost weekly. She wasn't good enough for him, or he'd only hurt her in the long run. She had a ridiculous amount of reasons why she shouldn't be with him. And every one of them was proven wrong. Or if they weren't, she simply didn't care anymore. She was willing to take that chance. He loved her and nothing she said or did was going to change that. She was safer than she had ever been in her life, emotionally and physically. Sure, the memory of Ty still occasionally came back to haunt her, but the truth of the matter? Ty never loved her. She was a notch in his bedpost and nothing more. Anthony...all she had to do was pay attention to how he looked at her to know how much she meant to him. He wouldn't hurt her if his life depended on it.
Abigail did let out a gasp when he shifted their position, but after that she did actually manage to keep quiet. Only because she was concentrating on how amazing this felt; every brush of his lips on her skin, the feeling of his body pressed against hers, his teeth dragging over her skin. She did manage to catch his question if only because he stopped. She looked down at him defiantly. This was absolutely ridiculous. You'd think he didn't like hearing her moan, knowing how much she needed him. She changed tactics a little, giving him a pout. "Do you really want me to be quiet, darling?" she said, her voice quiet and breathy, but still full of passion. She was already regretting what she'd done earlier. She couldn't keep quiet and they both knew it. She just never would have thought that he wanted her to.