Henry’s POV
As soon as her lips touched mine, I felt it. The rush, the excitement, the spark. She must have felt it too. I thought she'd done, felt how much I longed for her, but that wasn't the case. As quickly as it happened, she pulled back and when I looked at her eyes, I saw rage, shock and disgust. Before I could say a single word, her hand flew across my face.
The slap stung more than I thought it would. Probably it isn't just the physical pain, but it is the meaning behind it.
I opened my mouth to say something, to explain, anything would do, but she slapped me again, harder than the first time.
"Csmilla, wait....
But she was already walking away, not even taking a single look at me. I went after her and caught up with her for a few strides. I grabbed her wrist in a bid to sto
