Let’s get married

Henry's mansion.

It was a weekend and both Henry and Quinn were at home. They had just finished having breakfast, and they were in the living room, going through their laptops.

"Aren't you sleepy?" Henry asked.

Ever since he confessed to Quinn at her parents house, he had felt at peace with himself. In fact, after they had sex that night, he felt that they had become closer than before...

"Sleepy? I'm not." Quinn responded without raising her head from the email she was going through.

"Are you sure? Weren't you exhausted yesterday night? In fact, I can still remember how you were begging me to be gentle. Are you sure-"

"Shut up! Aren't you embarrassed saying those words at all?" Quinn threw a pen at him.

"Hey... What was that for? And, why would I feel embarrassed? We are grown up adults, and it isn't the first time we made love." Henry shrugged nonchalantly.

Quinn raised her head at his words. Did he just say 'made love'?

"Are we making love, or having sex?" Quinn closed her laptop,