For a brief second, Rose shut her eyes and leaned her cheek flush against Henry’s hand. In that instant, she was trying to memorize exactly what this moment felt like. She didn’t believe that she would be lucky enough to not have this blow up in her face. It had to end soon. She opened her eyes again as Henry spoke.
“Can you make me a promise, Rose?”
“I can try.”
“Can you promise me you’ll never try to get another man on the line again?” Rose’s confusion must have shown on her face, because Henry continued, “If I am signing up for forever and for always, I want to know that it is just you and me forever and always.”
“Henry?” She was confused. Was he actually saying…? Could she trust him to keep that promise? She couldn’t bring herself to ask him, so she just repeated his name, “Henry?”
“Yes, If you want me, yes.”
Rose tried to slow her heart. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Her answer was a small motion, but Rose knew that with his hands on her face, Henry would feel her nod.
“Okay then,” Henry said simply, before lowering his face and kissing Rose, very softly at first, before pressing himself against her. Behind her eyelids, Rose saw fireworks. She had counted once, a couple of years ago, just how many men she had kissed, and it was well into the hundreds. None of them had even come close to the rush of pleasure, of happiness, or of complete and utter joy that this kiss gave her. Rose suppressed a groan as Henry stepped away from her.
“Oh, wow.” He said, his hands dropped away from her face before he interlocked his fingers over his own forehead. “That’s trippy.”
Rose knew what he meant. She was feeling it right now, too. The first time you got a thread from any given person. That momentary thrill of power. The rush of suddenly being very aware of the other person. But this was more than that. Mixed in with all of that was the feeling of actually being in love. Rose looked at Henry for a moment, and he grinned back at her. She felt herself willing him to kiss her again, but at the same time, she could feel his will pulling her towards him. With a smile on both of their lips, they met in the middle, kissing even more passionately than the first time, egging each other on, both with pure physical contact and with the power of their wills on each other. Henry’s hands were caressing her face, tangled in her hair, and running down her back and sides. Rose’s own hands were touching everything that they could, trying to memorize every inch of him so she could recall it at any time in the future. Henry’s hands settled at Rose’s waist, helping to stabilize her as he walked her backward, around her suitcases, towards her bed, without breaking off the kiss. Her legs hit the bed, and she stumbled a little, laughing. With a soft growl, Henry’s lips broke away from her own, kissing her cheek and down to her neck.
Rose opened her eyes briefly. “The Door.” She said softly. It was open, but she couldn’t make herself understand why that was an issue while Henry was kissing her neck the way that he was. Henry growled against her neck, which sent shivers down her spine. He seemed to consider for a moment, but then with a soft bite to her neck, he ripped himself away from her and made his way quickly to the door. It took every ounce of his willpower to not slam the door shut. Rose sank onto the bed, sitting with her arms wrapped around herself.
Henry turned around and saw her sitting like that. He asked, “Should we stop?”
“Oh, don’t you dare!” Rose answered, almost desperately. With an almost animalistic grin, Henry crossed the room in two quick strides, catching Rose with a fierce kiss and knocking her back onto the bed. He laughed against her lips as she groaned and squirmed with the anticipation and frustration of having him so close, and yet so far away. She had never wanted anyone as badly as she wanted Henry right now, and it was killing her to not get what she wanted.
But she knew—he had said forever and always. She had plenty of time to get used to him.