Page 49 of A Play For The Heart
The room suddenly feels too small. I have no idea what I’m supposed to do now. Do I touch him? Are we going to do more? I place the glass on the nightstand and pull the covers over my shoulders, covering my naked body. I’m hyper-aware of the situation. I just fooled around with Henry and now I’m naked in bed. With him. And he’s nearly naked himself.
A tap on my temple breaks my train of thought. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” Henry asks, scooting closer to me. A second later, he’s swinging his arm over my stomach and dragging me towards him. I let him pull me closer and lay my head on his chest. I can feel his heart beating and his chest rising and falling. Even though we’ve never been in this position before, it feels comfortable. Safe.
A million things are going through my head, but I give him the one at the forefront of my mind.
“I don’t know what to do now. And not knowing is making me slightly uncomfortable,” I say, bearing my truth to him.
His hand begins playing with my hair, twisting gently on the locks.
“We’re going to cuddle then go to sleep. You have work in the morning, and I have practice.”
“But… you didn’t finish,” I say, cringing. This is the weirdest conversation I have ever had, and I haven’t quite gotten comfortable with all the sex talk. Not confident I will.
“Tonight wasn’t about me, Sawyer. It was about you and making you feel good. And being able to do that is what’s important to me.” He kisses my forehead, twisting my hair between his fingers. “We have all the time in the world. I’m in no rush.”
“Okay,” I respond, snuggling into him. My breasts are pressed against his side as he burrows deeper under the covers. I lay there, my arm across his chest. Eventually, I hear his breathing even out, signaling he fell asleep. In his arms, I lay in bed, just watching him, afraid all of this is a dream. I’m not sure what’s going to happen or what life will look like moving forward, but I could get used to this. Henry and I in bed together.
Eventually, I feel my eyelids go heavy and I drift into sleep still snuggled up into Henry's side.
“Go on a date with me,” Henry says as I shuffle through the clothes in my closet. My hands pause and I turn to look at Henry, who’s leaning against the doorframe, smirking at me. His lean frame blocks the doorway, wearing nothing but his boxers. He can tell he flustered me, and he’s enjoying every moment.
Asshole.
“Huh,” I ask, unsure I heard him correctly.
“A date. You. Me. Together. It’s this thing people do. There’s food and an activity.” He says, trying not to laugh as he watches me work through what he’s saying. “Maybe I’ll even let you get a good night kiss.”
“I know what a date is!” I yell, causing him to lose his battle, breaking out in laughter. I'm so indignant that he suggested I didn’t know what a date was that I almost miss the second half of his statement.
“Imightget a goodnight kiss?” I ask incredulously. He nods his head up and down, the smirk still on his face. The audacity of this man is truly astonishing. “Alright then. You might get to sleep over again. Maybe.”
I swing around and focus back on choosing my outfit. It only takes about ten seconds before Henry rethinks his entire approach.
“I was just kidding!” He yells as he wraps me up in his arms, shaking me. “You know I’ll put out on the first date. You’ll totally get a kiss.”
He makes a very exaggerated puckered face, leaning in to kiss me. I laugh, playfully shoving his head away from me. He puts me back down on the ground, grasping his chest, pretending he’s injured.
“The pain…it’s too…much,” He says, as he begins to dramatically fall to the ground, “only…kiss…save,” he sputters out before he throws his arm over his eyes, pretending to be dead.
Honestly, this man is incredibly dramatic. But looking down at him sprawled on my closet floor pretending to need a kiss to survive, I feel nothing but warmth for the big fool. I might as well indulge in his crazy.
I drop down to my knees, pretending to wail. “No!” I yell, grabbing his face in my hands. I can feel his chest rumbling as he works his hardest to stay ‘dead’ and not laugh. “Don’t leave me!”
I plant a kiss on his lips, then throw myself over his chest, pretending to sob. It’s very Romeo and Juliet. Shakespeare would be proud of our performance. His eyes shoot open, and he leans up onto his elbows. “I’m alive!”
The closet is silent for a moment before the two of us keel over in laughter, all tangled limbs on the closet floor. He plants a real kiss on my lips before he gets up from the floor. He reaches out his hand, helping me up.
“So, is that a yes?”
The playfulness is still there but I can sense a hit of something else in his voice. Is Henry… nervous? The idea that Henry is nervous to ask me on a date after what happened last night is charming. You would think the roles would be reversed considering everything. All it does is make me like him more.
“Yes. Now get out of here.” I say, shooing him away so that I can get ready for work. He steals one more kiss before he runs out of my bedroom door, yelling as he walks away.
“Bye, baby.”
I could get used to that.
CHAPTER 22
