“This is amazing.” This time, it's he who praises his own food.
We finish eating in silence. I chug the wine in one go. He doesn't stop looking at me, and I'm starting to feel awkward. I get up and put the plate in the sink.
“No need to wash it.” I say nothing. “By the way, you look wonderful in that shirt.”
I start washing my plate; he comes up behind me and puts his in the sink.
“I don't know if you know, but you can see the curve of your backside in that shirt.” He whispers in my ear.
The plate I'm holding falls into the sink; luckily, it doesn't break.
Henry holds my waist firmly and turns me around. We're face to face.
Our breathing is heavy, and those green eyes stare at me. I feel exposed just from his gaze.
He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. My whole body is alread
