"I was just waiting for the perfect moment!" We kissed again.
I placed one of my hands on the back of his neck, covering his lips with mine once more.
"I love you," Henry whispered near my lips, then captured them with another kiss.
He moved one of his hands to my neck, gripping the strands of my hair. Henry pulled my hair back, bringing his mouth to trace the fine line of my neck down to the curve of my breasts. His large, firm hand traveled down my back, sliding to my hip, and the other glided over my backside.
Henry was very calm and serene; it didn't seem like we had been in a chase just moments ago.
"Let go of me, Henry!" I pushed him away.
"What happened?"
"I'm not going to buy your story until you tell me what's going on," I said, poking his chest with my index finger. "I won
