Anne was curious as to why Henry kept looking over his shoulder. Maybe he thought they were being followed. She certainly hoped not, but she wouldn't put it past that damn Wolsey. He was so nosey. But, it seemed that wasn't the case at all, and all thoughts of anything else quickly left her brain. She let out a small squeel of surprise at the first kiss. She certainly hadn't expected that, though maybe she should have. On the second kiss, she wound her arms around his neck and pressed close.