Of course she'd rather be happy, but she'd rather be happy with Henry, no lies or secrets or anything. Wasn't that what their problem always was? But Gabriella figured the more she let Henry open up and just really be himself around her, the better it would be in the long run for both of them.
She was still surprised when he pushed her down onto the couch, though.
She kissed him back as much as she could, lips moving against his but really, Henry was the one in control and she couldn't do much but let him kiss her. She couldn't even get up off the couch or move because he was holding her down, too. She struggled a little bit at first against how he was pushing her down but stopped finally, still kissing as her legs spread open a little bit when she felt the press of his fingers on her thighs. Gabriella's skirt was already becoming bunched up closer to her waist and she was a little bit scared.
But this was what she wanted and asked for.
Her body shook from both nervousness and simply wanting Henry, and pretty soon her small efforts of fighting him ended as she melted underneath him, gasping for breath.