The room was quiet except for the steady hum of Henry’s fan, the air thick with heat. You sat in his lap, your bodies pressed close, your hands exploring the firm warmth of his chest. His lips were soft against yours, slow at first, then more desperate as the kiss deepened. You felt his hands slide beneath your shirt, his touch sending sparks through your skin, pulling you even closer.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” Henry whispered, his voice husky as he kissed down your neck. His breath was warm, his fingers teasing the waistband of your jeans, sending a shiver down your spine.

You bit your lip, your hands trailing over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. “I think I have a pretty good idea,” you teased, leaning into him, your lips brushing against his.

Just as his hands began to slide up your back, the door burst open with a loud bang, shattering the heat in the air.

“Henry!” Piper’s voice was like an ice-cold splash of water. Your heart skipped in your chest, and you quickly scrambled off his lap, nearly falling off the bed in your haste. Your face turned bright red as you tried to hide the intense embarrassment flooding through you.

Piper stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips, a smug grin stretched across her face. “Ugh, seriously? Mom says dinner’s ready, and I think you guys are doing more than just kissing.”

Henry groaned, pushing his hand through his messy hair, his face flushed with both anger and embarrassment. “Piper, for the love of—can you knock? Or, I don’t know, leave us alone?”

Piper raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. You guys are so obvious,” she said with a wink before throwing one last glance at you. “Nice lipstick, by the way. You look like you just stepped out of a romance novel.”