Irene was momentarily horrified.
How easily her face turned red made it certain that anyone would be able to tell what she had been up to with Henry. What if Felix was on the other side of that door? She didn't know how she would explain herself out of this one.
Or Gunnar, Phillip, or Sven… Just what would they think of her? Would they tell her father?
"Give me one moment," the Commander called to whoever was there.
She stared up at Henry with a slightly dazed expression on her face. They were still so close to one another. It was like their bubble of euphoria had popped, and all she was left with was insecurity, feeling how his arms were around her waist and how she still held onto the front of his tunic, certainly wrinkling it.
She let go.
However, rather than being equally as horrified that they were practically caught, her Commander seemed flustered. He took a moment to get himself together as he ran his fingers through his hair.
