Layla felt Henry's lips against hers, his tongue pressing into her mouth, as he pulled her closer against him. His hand slipped under her shirt, skirting over the skin on her back, and Layla felt goosebumps rise over every part of her body.
She traced her hands over Henry's chest as well, feeling emboldened by his own actions, she mimicked his, slipping her hands under his shirt. Henry stepped away from her for a moment and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside easily. He then lifted her shirt, too, and pulled it over her head. He then stepped back to her, pulling her into a kiss again. He bent down, placing his arms beneath her legs and scooped her up, carrying her to the bed. Layla wrapped her arms around his neck, holding herself close against him.
