Love Lost In Blossom

Flashback.

The man looked straight at Jane's face, looking at her with an intense gaze full of depth. The look in his eyes never changed, like when Jane had seen him the last time. That sweet smile is still stunning on a face that looks even more handsome.

"Henry? Henry, is it really you?" Jane asked. She felt awkward as she continued to step back.

"Hello Jane, it's been a long time, hasn't it? We haven't seen each other in a long time, so I was wondering are you still working with my family or not?" Henry greeted kindly, and he stepped closer to Jane.

"I heard if you're not going back to Canada again. And it says again you've been away from this country." Jane stammered, and she continued to step back while Henry quickened his pace.

Just as Jane's footsteps were about to touch the big bucket, maybe she'd get into the bucket. Henry had grabbed her by the waist deftly. He turned Jane around so she wouldn't fall and get wet.

"Are you always like this, nervous when you see me? Hasn't it been seven years?" Henry said with a slight seductive smile, but one that made Jane infatuated.

The man in front of her looks more authoritative. Moreover, every sculpture of his face looks so perfect. Jane was sure Henry would be liked by many beautiful women.

"Mr. Henry, please let me go. It's no good if anyone sees us like this." Jane asked, and she looked long enough into Henry's eyes.

Jane begins to read Henry's mind. A thought that makes her heart go wild when she learns of the man's greatest desire.

Henry looked unconcerned, and by that time, Jane had quickly turned away.

"Why don't you want to see me? Seven years is a very long time. Don't you miss me at all?" Henry asked, and he brought his face a little closer to Jane's.

"I'm just a servant. It's very inappropriate if I miss you, Mr. Henry," Jane said, trying to make an excuse. But the man in front of her chuckled, even that sarcastic smile still looked stunning to Jane.

"You still look so beautiful. I thought for the past seven years... you've had a boyfriend. But if I look at it like this... spending the weekend at the stables? Henry asked so boldly.

"How about yourself, Mr. Henry?" Jane suddenly snorted while putting on a slightly fierce face at the man in front of her.

Although, she more often lowered her gaze. So as not to have to read Henry's mind.

"Seven years?" Henry muttered thoughtfully.

"Of course. Many girls are with me and are by my side. But... still, you are the only one who always makes me wonder and makes me very curious, Jane," Henry continued, and he was completely honest with what he just said.

Jane tried to push Henry's body, but she realized that the man had slightly changed his body. Henry became a man with a stout and muscular body. His broad chest was even very sturdy when Jane touched it with the palm of his hand.

She tried to push Henry's body. But what happened? Henry still stood and didn't move an inch. Even Jane couldn't get away from his embrace.

"Mr. Henry, I say it again. Let me go! It's not good if anyone sees. Especially your parents who see like this.," Jane said seriously.

"Hahaha... Don't worry, my parents, are still outside." Henry laughed just like that. He was still able to hold Jane's waist with one hand, and his other hand caressed the smooth side of Jane's face.

"How old are you now? Hmm... Let me think about it. You seem to be twenty-two years old, don't you?" Henry asked and guessed confidently.

"Yeah, right. I'm sure you grew to be beautiful, Jane. You look more mature now," said Henry as he traced every subtle side of Jane's face.

"Mr. Henry? I beg you to spare me. Don't give me any hope," Jane asked with a pitiful look.

"It's been great that you've been gone for seven years, but why did you suddenly reappear, Mr. Henry? I beg you..."

"Jane, I'm not leaving because I don't love you, or l want to leave you!" Henry started to explain.

"It's not that I just forgot about you. I left because my father needed my help. I had to help him... to save the family company. And during these seven years, I worked hard to prove to my father. That I could be a useful son." Henry explained with the look still on Jane's face.

"I'm sorry. I don't know about that. But, Mr. Henry, I beg of you. It's best if we keep our distance." Jane still refused, while Henry was no longer strong enough to hold back his desire at that time.

Without asking permission or gesturing to Jane. Henry had already landed his lips on Jane's tiny lips. He crushed it so fast that even Jane was having trouble breathing as Henry kept kissing her on the lips.

"Please, don't refuse, Jane," said Henry softly and asked. Then he kissed her again softly on the lips.

The two lips were still biting each other. Finally, Jane couldn't refuse when she felt a desire, that she had been harboring for so long. Likewise with Henry, who did not want to end their kissing game.

Jane and Henry continued to show the love they had been hiding. Henry was happier when he found out that Jane had kissed him back on the lips. With a little more passion and a little wilder.

When Henry's hand is no longer tracing Jane's face but begins to explore every curve of Jane's body, which makes his desire rise and become more passionate.

Henry pushed Jane's body, not harshly but slowly he aimed at the mountain of hay behind them. It should be a place where the two of them can continue their love game.

Jane no longer hides her heart and feelings. She does love a man who is far different from the last time she met.

Somehow Jane was so impressed with whatever Henry did, his care, his love, his views, and now their love game is starting to lead to something more mature, not just mere fondling.

Behind the Johnson family residence. There was no one around that afternoon. Only Henry and Jane started to do things they shouldn't have done then. But love is blind when every sigh that comes out makes them want to continue something that has been delayed for seven years.

Every handgrip tightens and shows that Jane and Henry are ready to take any risk at that time. If both Henry's parents knew about the relationship between him and Jane, who was a servant.