"You look better," Henry replied, still quite patently staring at her body, something made both easier and more difficult in certain angles by Gabriella's moving up against him. Henry raised an arm until it draped over her shoulders, keeping her pinned to his side. He wondered if she had noticed just how good he thought she looked-- it wasn't as though the trunks could hide his reaction very well.
He grinned as her excitement swung upwards again. "Of course," he told her, "it is my band, after all. I write most of the songs, as well. I think you have a lot of talent and there's no reason I shouldn't, if the song is right."
Would Charles or the others disapprove? Would his label? It was a possibility, but one Henry promptly forgot about once Gabriella had moved from the seat beside him to sitting astride his lap. He returned her kiss, wanting to do a great deal more but resigning himself for the moment to placing his hands on her slim hips under thewater.