All Chapters of Please! Marry Me Again : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Kathrine’s povHenry’s hands were softer than I expected. I knew I shouldn’t let him touch me, I could easily put the gel on my sunburn myself. So why did I turn around and let him do it? Maybe I was just curious. Or maybe the sun had fried my brain, making me take risks I shouldn’t. His fingers moving over my burnt skin hurt a little, but it was also... exciting. He was so careful, so focused, yet still respectful. I let him touch my chest, but he never let his hands go lower than my sunburn line. I was impressed and a little disappointed. Because my body was heating up in a way that had nothing to do with the sun.My nipples tightened, expecting to feel his hands slide over them. But it never happened. Instead, he touched my face, and somehow, that was even more intense. If I closed my eyes, I could imagine that he cared about me. That he wasn’t just putting aloe vera on my skin, but that he was stroking my face like I was special to him. But all good things end. I opened my eyes, a

Kathrine’s POVI slept surprisingly well, my body and mind completely relaxed. When I woke up in the morning, I was still naked under the sheets, but as I rolled over, I was reminded of my mistake from the day before. My shoulders burned, and my face felt stiff. The sun had been merciless, and now I was paying the price. Groaning, I pulled myself out of bed and reached for the bottle of aloe Vera Henry had left on the dresser. I squeezed some onto my palm and gently spread it over my shoulders, wincing at the sting. It didn’t feel nearly as good as when Henry did it. I remembered his hands on my skin, the way he had carefully rubbed the gel in… I shook my head. Focus.The idea of putting on clothes sounded unbearable. If I had a tube top, I would have worn that. But I didn’t, so I carefully pulled on a sports bra, biting my lip as the straps rubbed against my sunburned shoulders. That’s what I get for not using sunscreen properly.At least my legs weren’t too bad. I pulled on some sho

Henry’s povI got home just before seven, a slight headache thKathrineng behind my temples. I'd spent too long staring at a screen, and my eyes felt dry and gritty. I opened the door to find Noah lounging on the couch with the remote in hand. The frown on his face didn’t match the action-comedy playing on the large TV."Hey," I said, loosening my tie."Hey," he grumbled in return."What's wrong?"He checked the time on his watch. "Kathrine's not back."I slipped off my shoes and curled my toes into the carpet. "I didn’t know she had a curfew."His frown deepened. "She went to River Street Park."That caught my attention. I straightened up, still holding my shoes. "Why would she go there?"Noah slouched slightly. "She said she wanted to write.""But... Why is it there? That place is a dump."He shrugged, finally turning off the movie he had clearly not been watching. "I had a feeling she needed space, so I didn’t follow her. Damn it, I should’ve gone with her."I pulled out my phone. I

Kathrine’s POVI barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, the day played over and over in my mind like a movie I couldn’t turn off. Noah showing up in my grappling class. The terrifying men in the park. Henry rescuing me. An amazing dinner and most of all, the kiss. Or should I say… the kisses.Not that I was some kissing expert, but Henry had single-handedly ruined every other kiss I’d ever had. I never saw it coming, and when our lips finally met, it was explosive. Henry always seemed like the type to play by the rules, rigid, reserved. But the moment he grabbed my hair and took my mouth like he owned it, I knew I had misjudged him. It was toe-curling, heart-stopping, breath-stealing kind of hot. He wasn’t rough enough to hurt me, but there was a quiet dominance in the way he kissed me, like he knew I’d surrender. And the truth was… I did.Which scared me. Had I just crossed a line I couldn't take back? By letting Henry kiss me, I’d opened a door to something I wasn’t sure I was r

Noah’s POVSunday mornings were meant for sleeping in, not waking up early to run a store. But with our general manager in the ICU, Henry and I agreed that stepping in would be good for team morale. The assistant manager handled weekdays, Henry took Saturdays, and Sundays were my responsibility.As if getting up early wasn’t bad enough, I noticed Kathrine slipping out before I even got to say good morning. This time, she took her mom’s car. When I asked Clara about it, she vaguely said Kathrine went shopping up north. That didn’t sound like her. She never seemed like the type to shop for fun. But what did I really know? I straightened my tie, grabbed my keys, and left. No matter how much I tried, Kathrine was stuck in my head. That wasn’t new. Since the day I carried her suitcase inside, she’d been on my mind. And last night? I saw her kissing Henry. She didn’t just kiss him—she let him take control, responding to him in a way that made her eyes dark with desire. It was hot. Was I jea