The moment that Henry took her face into his hands and pulled her into that kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed close to him, sliding off her own stool in the process. Although this wasn't the way that she'd wanted all of this to come out, she felt so much better now that Henry knew about her past. She wouldn't have to keep hiding him from -- well, he could meet her brother, at least.
She held on a moment or two more than really necessary before she pulled back from the kiss, slightly out of breath, "Henry," she said quietly, glancing over his shoulder toward the stove, "Would I be a terrible person if I said that dinner could wait?" Even when he'd been trying to ask her about something that he was worried about, she could tell that he'd been trying to be delicate about it. And now, knowing that he wasn't upset about her not telling him all this sooner ... well.
She was feeling a lot more comfortable with the idea of taking things to the next level.
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