Henry threw the pillow aside and cradled his head in his hands. "I don't know." He looked at her through his hands. "Put us in a padded room and lock the door?" He rocked forward, into his hands. He said nothing for a moment, his hair falling out and jutting in all directions.
A moment later, he looked up, his eyes darker. He stood and moved toward Norah, easily sidestepping her desk to take her neck to his hand. He leaned in, kissing her hard and possessive.