~ NYSSA
Kissing Henry was every shade of wrong.
His lips were soft and familiar, but unlike the warm feeling it used to bring, it now made goosebumps crawl over my skin and bile threaten to come up my throat.
I knew I fucked up by asking to leave but I did not expect that he would ask me to prove it like this. Refusing would have made him more suspicious and hindered whatever plans I had, so I kissed him.
It was a strategic decision, one that I would have myself for later, but I leaned into the kiss, moaning softly so he thought I enjoyed it.
He groaned low in his throat, a hand tangling into my hair as he pushed his body into mine. His free hand trailed down my body, down to my ass and he squeezed hard.
I pulled back with a gasp, trying to push him back. "Henry—"
