"Leaving already?" The receptionist faced us with a practiced look of disappointment. We both knew better than to act nonchalant, so Henri tightened the hand he had resting around my waist, placing another one on my hip from behind me. His grip on me, coupled with his breath hitting my neck made me blush furiously and I pretended to push him away.
"It was a wonderful party." I tried to say, quickly cut off by Henri pressing himself against my back. His lips against my neck stretched and I could tell he was smirking, the sly bastard. "Do let me know if there are any more get-togethers like these."
"O—of course." The receptionist cleared his throat and gave us a knowing smile. "Have a good night."
We were already heading up the stairs by the time we responded with a breathless "bonne nuit!"
