When I returned to the room, Henry was still fast asleep.
I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, but excitement kept me wide awake. It took a long time before I even began to feel drowsy.
Then I felt Henry stir and approach my bed.
'What is he doing?' I thought, keeping my eyes shut and pretending to sleep.
Henry sat on the edge of the bed, and I could feel his hand brushing my hair aside. A moment later, a soft kiss landed on my forehead.
I opened my eyes. The moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, and our gazes locked in silence.
Henry's face flushed. "You're not asleep?"
"Stealing kisses from a girl isn't exactly gentlemanly behavior," I teased.
"Sorry, Deborah. I… I couldn't help myself."
"It's fine. I forgive you. After all, who could resist someone as gorgeous as me?"
