Freya smiled when he tapped her nose, saying he'd never been in love like the way he was now. She thought of telling that she had been, although that with him it still felt different, but wasn't sure if she wanted to tell him right then. Why would she ruin this moment by starting to talk about her ex, now that they were hugging and kissing? There was no need for that and since he didn't ask her about it, she supposed she would just tell him about it another time. For now, she was perfectly content with the moment just the way it was.

He kissed her, and she loved the kiss. It was slightlly less gentle and more intense, which she didn't mind at all. It was also a rather long kiss, though, and after a moment, Harol's full weight on top was getting a little heavy. She sat up, figuring that might just be a little more comfortable for her. While she did, she pulled Harol with her, resting her back against the headboard of the bed. Needing to breathe but not wanting to break away from the kiss, she simply started breathing through her nose, figuring that would solve the problem.

In all honesty, there was no reason at all she could think of as to why she would break away from the kiss. If she got to decide, than they would be spending the entire night together. Just that they had seperate rooms didn't mean that they had to sleep seperated. Neither Lord Mortimer nor Cyrus had said anything about that, and with as big as the beds were, it could easily fit two people in it.