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“And what makes you think you’ll be the one to make me smile, Shortcake?” For a moment, she thinks while exhaling slowly, the color in her cheeks rising. I like that I can fluster her. She flusters me, so it seems only fair I can do it in return.
“You definitely put off an ‘I only eat vanilla ice cream, have no family photos on my wall, drive in silence, have sex in the dark with no cuddling, and a six-figure bank account vibe’.”
Lala: Who is this? Unknown: You know who this is. Lala: Perhaps you should clarify, just to make sure. Unknown: It’s Henry, Micaela, and you know that.
“Henry Bardot. Was that a smile and a laugh? Well, holy shit. Two orgasms and a smile. This is my lucky day.”
“You keep looking at it like that and we’re going to miss the end of the movie.” Henry’s gravelly voice reverberates across my neck and makes its way all the way down between my legs. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
I was not prepared for a shirtless Henry in soft gray lounge pants standing at the stove scrambling eggs and flipping bacon. Nothing is sexier than a man that cooks. Ask anyone. They’ll agree with me.
“I’m sorry about that,” Henry says quietly, shuffling his feet awkwardly like a boy on a school yard. “Don’t worry about it. Eddie can be a handful, but he’s a sweet guy.” “No. I mean about how I acted. I wasn’t sure what to say, and I kind of panicked. I’ve never really had someone like you.” Even in the low light, I can see the slight reddening in his cheeks. He’s blushing.
I have been hiding behind all the gray and stoicism. This is all Micaela’s fault, no doubt. Her pink is bleeding over into my monotone gray world, washing it in a prism of color.
Does every fucking person at this table know we’re having sex, but not verbally acknowledging how Henry acts like we are nothing more than platonic friends?
“I love you too, Henry Bardot. And not because you buy me nice things, but because you’re a good man with a beautiful heart. No matter how you try to hide it from me. I can see it.”
She’s trying to kill me. Lala has discovered edging, and she unfortunately or fortunately—I’m still not sure—has perfected it.
