It seemed that Irene had fallen right into Henry's trap because she felt a grin underneath her hands despite her reddish eyebrows raised in shock and her mouth slightly ajar as he spoke secrets into the stables that she couldn't be sure were entirely devoid of other people considering the amount of stalls and other people's horses were there at the peak travel season.
"We let our feelings get the best of us," she insisted in a whisper. "I'll be sure it doesn't happen again."
She referred to a moment when she snuck up on him while they had a break to bathe at a stream. It was a mistake considering she had requested privacy and no others would be there. Even more of a mistake that their lack of clothing and only donning flimsy undergarments heated the situation far more than it should have.
Henry couldn't resist as he pushed Irene backwards and into the stall she had just come out of. He shut the wooden gate behind them and removed her hands from his face.
