At that moment, upon hearing Jerry's words, Abigail's heart skipped a beat. Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she quickly grabbed the pillow beside her, pressing it against her face to hide the bright flush spreading across it. "Jerry… stop," she muttered through the fabric, her voice muffled but trembling with shyness. "You're making me too shy."
Then Jerry chuckled softly, leaning back a little as he watched her. There was no teasing in his expression just warmth. "I'm not lying about it," he said gently, his tone low but sincere. "I'm not even kidding, Abigail. Last night… it was one of the best times I can ever remember in my life."
Abigail slowly lowered the pillow, just enough to peek at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. "You really mean that?" she asked softly, almost afraid of the answer.
