"Mmm." Gabriella smirked at him and then leaned in closer, too, before kissing his lips softly. "Oh, don't tempt me, Henry Tudor. I might have to tell you to toss me over your shoulder and then where would we be?"
Reluctantly, she leaned back from him, keeping one hand entwined in his. "You always did care for others, only in a very large way. I guess it comes with having money and freedom to do it." Her hand crept up to his hair and played with it, a familiar gesture.
"I love you," Gabriella said in all seriousness, then held her breath and waited for his response.