And the evening is surpassing her daydreams. Sighing a little as his warm fingertips run over her skin, Abigail smiles to herself. The song ends and is on to the next one - a bit faster - but they keep swaying slowly.
Thinking about how she never has to leave has made her sentimental, and she tiptoes up to kiss him lightly on the mouth. "I mean it, though. I'm not moving out until you make me."