-34--Jeffery's POV-We made it back to the hotel in record time. It must have dropped another five degrees while we were in thebowling alley. The heat in the hotel lobby made my realize how cold my face was. My lungs were hurting as Ibreathed in the deeply welcoming warm air into my body. We walked right by the front desk and towards theelevator. I think that I would have liked to used the stairs just so I could get warm from walking up them, but wejust made a bee line to the only way we knew for sure would get us to our warm hotel room.It was only the two of us that entered the elevator this time. It was on the very short ride up to the second floorthat I realized that I had to do something once we were back in the room. I had run out of time. It was later. Thegallery thing was long over.
I had done a few things back at the bowling alley and he went with it, but he might not have known what I wasdoing. What if...
the elevator pinged and the doors opened. Henry was standing right in front of the doors,where as I was off to the side, so he left first and I followed him down the quite hallway to our room. I couldhave walked next to him if I wasn't caught up with coming up with a way to branch this without completelyputting myself out there and maybe make it hard for him to work around me if the whole thing went down thetubes.“Ahm, Jefferey,” Henry said to me. I looked up and saw him standing in front our door just looking at me withhis hands in his pockets.“You forgot your key card?” I asked as I put my hands in my own pockets as I bent my head to look for my own. Isaw and felt him pull at the front of my jacket and I looked up just in time to freeze as he kissed me.
Henry kissed me. Henry is kissing me!
I started to kiss him back and continued to kiss him until he pulled away.“I think we need to talk,” he said before I watched him as he stepped back, place his fingers on his lips and pullhis key card from his pocket. I heard the faint unlocking of the door before Henry turned the handle and pushedthe door in. I walked into the room behind him and heard as he closed it behind me.I thought about turning around and kissing him again, but he said that we had to talk. I walked further into ourroom until I got to the bed that my bag was sitting on and sat next to it facing his direction before actuallylooking up at him. For some reason I expected him to look as shaken as I felt. I felt good, but still shaken. It wasalmost out of the blue for me.I was just thinking about how I should go about letting him know that I liked him and he's the one that doessomething like this to me. I watched him as he walked over and pointed to a spot next to me.
I guess he wanted to sit there.
“Sure,” I answered him. He sat down right next to me so there was no space between both our thighs. Heleaned forward onto his elbows that he rested on his knees. He looked to be thinking something over before heturned in my direction.“Alex told me that you liked me,” he started. “I wasn't really sure, but I watched you a bit more closely sincethen and I started to see that he was right.” He looked up from my lips and into my eyes. “How long?” he thenasked me. I looked away as remembered.