Eventually, they made their way into the bathroom, both of them ending up in the tub. They spent a leisurely hour or two just fooling around a little. A little groping, a little stroking, a dash of mutual m**********n. Then they washed each other's hair. It was a blissful moment of quiet intimacy, where they felt utterly safe and utterly secure. Both Henry and Hannah lived with this dark secret in their lives, a shadow constantly hanging over them. An undercurrent of tension that, in truth, never really dissipated. What would happen if people found out? What would happen if people discovered their secret?
But at times like this, that all seemed so far away. There was just him and her, and this crazy love they had unearthed and shared together. But if they ever really believed their secret
