"I was just waiting for the right time!" We resume kissing.
I raise one of my hands and grab his neck, pressing my lips against his again.
“I love you,” Henry whispers against my lips, giving me another kiss.
He raises one of his hands to my neck, gripping my hair. Henry pulls my hair back, letting his mouth trace along my neck, down to the beginning of the curve of my breasts. His large, firm hand roams over my back, sliding down to my hip, while the other moves over my hips. Henry is very calm and serene; it doesn't seem like just minutes ago we were in a chase.
“Let go of me, Henry!” I push him away.
“What happened?”
“I’m not buying your story until you tell me what’s going on.” I say, prodding his chest with my finger. “I’m not giving you anything.”
“I’ve already told you I can’
