Henry froze.

His eyes widened.

My nails dug into my palms.

Fuck.

I forced my gaze to stay on his.

Say something…

All my bravado began seeping out of my veins.

My legs wobbled slightly.

“Henry…”

He ripped his gaze from mine, deciding to stare at the wall instead.

“You don't mean that,” he whispered.

I stepped closer.

“But I do,” I replied. “I know it might have started out as a fantasy… a sexual one… but—” 

I paused.

“I don't know when or how it turned into something more but… I know I feel something, Henry. And I know you do too—”

“You're just mistaken, Rosie. I don't feel...