I pushed the door open, every step heavy as I walked in.

“Rosie.” Henry called.

I stopped, gripping my bag to my chest tightly as I slowly turned around.

“Yes.”

He walked closer, stopping just in front of me.

My gaze fixed on his shirt instead.

For some strange reason, I couldn't find it in me to look him in the eyes.

Henry didn't say anything.

Instead—

His fingers curled under my chin, raising my head up.

My lips parted slightly at the emotion in his gaze.

Hunger.

Need.

Restraint.

Different emotions flickered through his gaze like he was fighting a mental battle.

I just knew this idea of his...