She should feel guiltier, but she didn't.
You're all she can think about as your lips press against hers, one hand cupping her face with your thumb stroking her cheek; all she can think about is how gentle you are, how soft your lips feel against her own, and how her heart burns with desire for you. When you go to pull away she doesn't let you, the kiss continuing on until her lungs are begging for air. You stay close as you break the kiss, nose rubbing against hers as she gets her bearings back.
This relationship with you had continued on for a bit, something she didn't think would be steady but would end in just a fling after her and John had officially broke things off. She thought she just needed to be a little more carefree, have some fun while she can, but unfortunately, her feelings caught up with her quickly. She fell hard and fast and she was fully prepared to be hurt, disappointed, and let down again. She'd grown so used to that she couldn't even imagine a different outcome.
"I missed you." She whispers, leaning forward to give you another quick peck. "Feels like we ain't had any time to spend together."
"Things have gotten real busy around camp, glad we even managed to slip away today." Her forehead rests against yours, eyes sliding shut. "I missed you just as much, Abigail."
She had worried at first about Jack, about you being seen as John's replacement, but her little boy adapted to the situation quickly, and could even sense what the relationship was between the two of you before even she admitted to it. She had no plans of letting John just escape his responsibility of a father, either, something she made clear even with the budding seriousness of her relationship with you, but she was happy to have some more help raising Jack.
"You still makin' plans like Hosea said? Just in case things with the gang..."
"I am." There's something else on her mind, on the tip of her tongue, and her reluctance to say what she needed to say worried you. Abigail was always open with her feelings, she was honest almost to a fault, so you figured there must be something weighing heavily on her mind. "I was just..."
"Say what you gotta say, Abigail."
She hadn't wanted to say anything about this situation at all, mostly because she wanted the two of you to enjoy the time spent together. She felt like pushing you into her life plans, potentially pulling you away from something you wanted to do, was a little too much for where the relationship was at. She was finally starting to learn to be happy again, to let her hair down and stop feeling like the weight of the world was on her shoulders, and she didn't want to lose that feeling.
She didn't want to lose you.
"Can we talk about it later?" You stare at her, thoughtful, wondering if you should push the topic or just let it be; Abigail's eyes are pleading, begging you not to push, not right now at least. Taking the hint you nod, managing a weak smile before leaning forward to kiss her cheek.
"'Course we can, beautiful, but remember you can tell me anythin' you need to."
Her arms wrap around your neck, head resting on your shoulder as she tries to just enjoy being with you in the moment, for now not worried about the future.