Niylah’s POV
Henry deepened the kiss, his hands roaming around my body. I wanted to push him away, but I craved him more and found it hard to do as my mind had requested.
He suddenly stopped kissing me and buried his head in my hair, his hot breath filling my neck. His hand remained on my waist as he inhaled loudly. "I'm sorry, I trespassed again," he said, his voice low and husky.
I blinked repeatedly, getting back to my senses, and quickly pushed him away as I ran out of the room, heading to the dining room.
Everyone was already seated, and their eyes seemed to fall on me immediately as I stepped inside. The room was filled with the savory aroma of roasted beef and steaming vegetables.
"Niylah," Xandra called, her eyes on me as if trying to read my mind. "Did you pour cream on yo
