"Wait." Henry put his hand out to her wrist as she moved past him. She was gorgeous, he couldn't deny that. And, despite his morals, and the ring that wasn't on his finger, he was first and foremost a man.
"I don't want...hard feelings." He furrowed his brow as he looked up at her. He was still sitting, putting him nearly eye level with her breasts. "Norah, I..." He held her wrist with one hand, his other hand moving to rub his forehead.
"This isn't right. Everything's wrong. But I..." He shook his head. "I don't think I can walk away, now."