“Things you don’t ever need to know or worry about,” Henry cuts me off. “But in case you were wondering … no.” I peer up at him, confused. “No, what?” His index finger traces over my lip. “If you’re having any little fantasies about me, you, and Merrick, get those thoughts out of that pretty little head of yours now. I mean it, Abbi.” My mouth hangs. “I don’t! I didn’t!” He hums like he doesn’t believe me. “I think I’ve created a monster.”
