The heat of a blush started coming over me as I wondered whether they’d heard me moan and cry out Henry’s name.

Jesus.

“Your fault.”

“Are you blushing again?”

God, his teasing, genuine smile was going to kill me. It made my insides flutter, and I helplessly hid my face on Henry’s shoulder.

We were lying in bed, side by side, facing each other. Still maintaining the cocoon of privacy for a bit longer.

“Don’thidefrom me, I want to see it.”

“No.”

Henry’s chuckle reverberated through me, warming me up from the inside out. He scratched my nape with his heavenly fingers in response, a gesture so tender it was almost physically painful.

Could I just stay here, in this moment, forever?

Probably not.

“You should go. Everyone will see how hot and edible you look like this, and I’ll have to kill them.”

With a small chortle, I said, “Territorial much?”

“Very. But you already know that.”

I did.

And I felt the same way.

What was happening between us was still undiscussed, and I was almost too afraid to bring it up, but I had to.

I just needed to know before I left.

“You won’t pretend this didn’t happen tomorrow?”

His hand tightened in my hair. “No.”

Relief flooded through me.

“But this isn’t a relationship.”

“It isn’t,” I confirmed, even if it tasted wrong in my mouth. “We can keep at it for the three months I’ll have to hang around.”

It was technically less than three months now, but if Henry knew, he didn’t let it show. “Three months.”

“You can’t fuck anyone else.”

The territorial tone of my voice made Henry pull my hair until I was facing him. He had the biggest shit-eating grin in the world.

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

“I didn’t know you’d be like this.” He kept lightly scratching my scalp, the sensation divine. “You’re very pretty when you’re jealous, but you’re trying to boss the boss, Antony. Be careful.”

His praise swept through me, dizzying, making me feel a little high. With my own hand, I slid it through his hair and gave it a pull—something I now knewheliked and would be using against him until the end of time. Our time.