Chapter 20: I Miss You, Don’t You Miss Me?

The calluses on his palm were rough, sending a tingling sensation across the skin as they touched. The car’s dim light cast a soft glow, wrapping the space in gentle intimacy. Henry, overwhelmed by his emotions, leaned in and lightly kissed Giselle Lambert on the lips. His voice, husky with longing, murmured, “I miss you.” He didn’t pull away; his lips brushed against Giselle’s skin as he spoke, the touch as light and teasing as a strand of hair. Caught off guard by Henry’s unexpected declaration, Giselle hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Telling the truth—that she hadn’t thought of him and that the last two weeks had been especially peaceful—would surely provoke him. Given his temper, it would only lead to another outburst. After a moment of contemplation, all Giselle managed to say was, “Thank you for tonight.” Henry paused, his dissatisfaction with her response evident. He studied her face for a moment before suddenly closing the distance with a kiss. It began with gentl