Though the luncheon started out awkward, Henrik soon found himself getting along with Callum MacMillan quite well. They were both staid, preferring to say less words when others were more inclined to fill the void with chatter. "All right, I know that you two don't have much time together, so go on. I'll take care of the dishes."

Roxanna nodded before leaning over and kissing her father's cheek softly. "Thanks for understanding!" He gave them a small smile before shooing them away with his hand, and Roxanna popped to her feet, tugging Henrik along after her as she disappeared upstairs to her room. With a most ungraceful move, she pushed him onto the bed before dancing over to her record player and putting on her music. He had started to like some of what she chose to play, and this was no exception. Smiling when she started to sing along softly, Henrik patted the free bit of mattress next to him, delighted when Roxanna fell back and stared up at the ceiling, her hand scrabbling around for his, threading their fingers together as she continued to sing softly.

The song ended, and Roxanna turned to him, her eyes wide with a hunger that he recognized in himself. Unable to resist, he closed the small distance between them, slinging his arm around her waist as he kissed her deeply. There was something so beautiful about the moment, and he ran his hand up her spine to bury his fingers in her hair, holding her close as they continued kissing. "This has to last me for five long weeks, Henrik. How will I live for that long without your lips brushing mine?" she breathed out as she tugged on a piece of his hair.

"The same way we made it through the time between Sweden and now. Day by day, writing each other, calling when we can, and knowing that we will be together shortly." He listened to the music playing as he rolled onto his back, pulling Roxanna with him. She grinned down at him as her hands went to the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it over her head and letting it fall the floor.

"We could…"

"Not here, not with your father downstairs." He raised his head to give her a quick kiss before allowing his hands to run up and down the smooth skin of her back. "Though you do tempt me so," he said huskily, allowing one hand to drift down to her arse and squeezing it softly.

"That's what I was hoping to hear," she murmured as she took hold of his other hand and guided it up to her breast. He had never been so bold with her, but it felt right in the moment to caress her breast, allowing his thumb to swipe across her nipple, feeling it tighten beneath his touch. "Oh, now you're just teasing me, Henrik." Her voice sounded more like a whimper, and he went to pull his hand away, only for Roxanna to press his hand more firmly to her chest. "I didn't say I didn't enjoy being teased." She leaned down and kissed him, hard and fast, before spreading her weight out over his body, her legs entwining with his as they continued to kiss and caress each other.

Finally, he knew that they had to pull back a little, lest things got too out of control. With deepest regrets, he tore his lips away from hers, finding himself breathlessly sucking in air as she groaned a little in disappointment. "You make me want to lose control, Roxanna," he finally managed to say as he dragged his hands through her hair, dislodging the headband there. "Though this does make me look forward to Boston all the more."

Roxanna nodded as she blinked rapidly, tears appearing in her eyes before she buried her face in the crook of his neck. "I don't want to let you go, Henrik. I know that we're working towards our future, but these little moments just make me want something that I've never wanted before. May I ask you a question that I promise to answer myself?"

Henrik spread one hand out on her back, his fingers lightly digging in and out of her flesh as he took a deep breath. "I suppose that that's only fair," he finally replied, feeling Roxanna nod before she tensed in his arms, her fingers digging into his shirt as she took a few deep breaths. "Roxanna?"

"How many partners have you had?"

There was a short pause before he pressed his lips to the top of her head. "Maja was my second sexual partner. John and I, we came close to something a little more intimate than just friends, but never as intimate as this. I didn't desire him the way I desire you, I just knew that he wanted to feel something a little more deeply, if that makes sense."

Henrik held his breath, waiting for Roxanna's reaction to his admission. He knew that he hadn't intentionally kept Roxanna in the dark about the few kisses he and John had shared before she had come into his life, but a part of him felt like he had betrayed her in some fashion. "Oh. Okay. Well, I kissed a few girls in my undergrad career, just so you know. I mean, isn't that what college is for? Experimenting and finding out who we are?"

"Yes," he replied almost instantly, only relaxing when he felt Roxanna relax against him. "I didn't realise that I would be worried about that until I told you. But you didn't really answer the question you asked me. Besides kissing a few girls, have you had any partners?"

There was a long pause before she shook her head quickly. "I'm still, technically, a virgin. I mean, I've let boys feel me up, but I never felt ready to take that next step with anyone. Until I met you. I feel so ridiculous, to be in my twenties and never having had sex, but there you are. And now that I've found you? I really want to have sex with you."

He chuckled as he held her tighter to his chest, his fingers absently snapping the strap of her bra. "And I really want to make love to you, too."

"Well, I know what we're going to do as soon as you get to Boston," she teased as she sat up, looking into his eyes. "But seriously, Henrik, thank you for telling me about John. I know that you probably didn't like revealing something so personal to me, but it made me trust you all the more. Now, where is your sweater? I want to wear it as we cuddle on my bed for the next two hours before I have to take you to your train."

He let out a full laugh as he slipped off the bed, padding over to his messenger bag and pulling out the sweater she had requested. A happy squeal escaped her lips and he listened to the padding of her footsteps as she ran over to him, encircling her arms around his waist and holding him close. "I want something of yours, too, Roxanna," he said suddenly as he turned in her arms, giving her a soft smile.

"I think I have the perfect thing," she replied as she grabbed the sweater and tugged it over her head before going over to her bookcase and picking up a small stuffed animal. "Again, Mum gave this to me, but I know you'll take care of it. I'll even spritz some of my perfume on her for you." Henrik nodded dumbly as he watched his partner do just that, a happy smile spreading across his lips as he realized the depths of Roxanna's trust in him.