Henry adored you. Really adored. It all dragged on almost from the first day when you entered the Greek class with an easy gait, leaving behind a trail of perfume that smelled of purity.

He gave you expensive books, took you to Rome during the winter holidays. Henry gave you pearl earrings and a necklace. He wanted to see you as a doll and beautiful.

You two were lying on his bed. You read the book, and Henry was lying at your feet and leaving tender kisses on your ankles. He looked at you through the eyes of a boy in love. And then again he put his lips to your feet, kissed your skin, which was as tender as silk.

"You're gorgeous," Henry whispered, his voice full of adoration.