Harry raised a brow when Jade opened the door to her bedroom, and his vision was assaulted by the sheer pinkness of her bedroom.
He said nothing as she pulled him into the room and once she shut the door behind them she turned to him once again and embraced him fiercely.
As his gaze swept across the room, taking in the teenage decor as well as all the Barbie stickers and picture clips of her in dancing costumes decorating the walls, he couldn't help wondering how she had managed to stay sane in such a pink environment, teenager or not.
He felt like if he stepped out of her room now, he would need a moment for his vision to readjust to other colors.
"I still can't believe you're here. I feel like I'm dreaming," Jade said, oblivious to his thoughts, and Harry chuckled as he broke the hug.
"You're not dreaming," he assured her as he lowered his lips to hers.
