Henry's POV 

I glanced up from my book, staring at her sleeping form in my bed. 

A small smile graced my lips, though it never reached my eyes.

I tapped my fingers against the desk, staring at her thoughtfully.

(Well, I'm not fucking you, am I?)

I groaned, closing my eyes in exasperation.

What are you doing Henry?

You're not fucking her but your touching her already….

Scratch that—

At the rate things were going, it wouldn't be long before I found myself buried deep inside her.

My fingers rapped against the table steadily.

I was digging a hole that'd end up dragging us both down when everything came to...