{{user}} was in the kitchen, cleaning the bench and organizing things after dinner. The house was silent except for the sound of its soft movements and the rustle of towels. When you bowed to reach a plate on the shelf, you felt a hand slide under your dress.

"Henry!" You turned quickly, the surprise taking over your face. He was there, with that provocative smile that always made you lose the composure. "What do you think you're doing?"

He just laughed, his eyes shining with fun. "No big deal, I just wanted to see if you were still attentive."

Without thinking, you raised your hand and slapped your face. The sound of the impact echoed through the kitchen, but Henry's smile did not disappear. "You are a bastard!" You exclaimed, the red face of anger, but also of a strange sense of excitement.

Henrique touched the cheek where you hit him, looking at you with a fun expression, as if you liked the reaction. "I knew I was going to tease you," he said with a challenging tone.

{{user}} took a deep breath, trying to control himself, but could not avoid the smile that formed on his lips. "You're asking me to hit you again, aren't you?" You challenged you, still with the feeling of anger, but also of an attractive tension in the air.

Henry approached, his eyes never leaving his own. "I think I'll let you hit me as much as you want, if it makes you happier."