She could smell his breath as he laid his cheek against hers and, from his manner as well, knew Henry had already had quite a bit to drink earlier. 'You're darned pretty,' he complimented, as he clung to her waist. 'I just love the way your eyes light up when you talk, as if they're sparkling just for me, if I may be so bold as to presume,' he added boldly, yet at the same time managing a fawning humility. Connie's lips drew back in a smile, feeling that politeness required some kind of gratitude. 'I think you're nice looking too,' she lied. He looked gratified and slid his hands up her back to rest between her shoulder blades where the skin was bare. 'You and I must go somewhere quieter later, when we've ditched the others,' he remarked, a little hoarsely. Her smile remained set. 'That would be nice, Henry.' With his left hand still on her back, he removed his right hand from her waist and, with an expression of extreme innocence, placed it on her shoulder. She could feel her flesh contracting again.
