“I didn't know—”

“I know you didn't, Rosie.” Henry said, pinching my ear.

“Ouch…” I whined, rubbing the sore spot.

“You haven't eaten anything yet—”

I grabbed onto his arms before he could pull away.

“I'm not hungry.” I rushed out.

In other words, I like this position too much to let it go.

He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“We will come back to this later,” he said.

I squinted at him in distrust.

He rolled his eyes, and tried pulling away again, but my legs wound around him instead.

“Come on, Rosie—”

“You promise?” I asked, searching his eyes.

He tapped a finger...