Dumps Me, So His Homie Snatches Me Up

Chapter 2

"What... what are you doing?" I blinked up at Henry, my heart racing.

Confessing? Was this some weird revenge move for Kevin?

Henry rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. "I'm just trying to help you out of an awkward situation. Can't you tell?"

I shook my head, genuinely confused. "Nope. Not a clue."

When I was with Kevin, it always felt like Henry didn't like me. Every time he saw us together, his face would cloud over like I'd just kicked his dog.

It suddenly hit me, we were still holding hands. My face flushed, and I yanked my hand away, feeling stupid.

Then my phone rang, snapping me out of it.

Kevin.

I almost hung up, but before I could, Henry snatched my phone and answered.

"Where'd you go? What's this about Henry confessing?" Kevin demanded, his voice sharp.

Kevin never sounded like that with me.

"No wonder you broke up with me. You already have a backup, huh?"

All the frustration I'd been holding back exploded. I grabbed the phone back. "Yeah, that's right. I like Henry. He's way more capable than you!"

I ended the call before Kevin could even respond, knowing I wouldn't be able to hold it together much longer.

But as soon as I did, I remembered Henry was still standing there.

He was leaning against the railing, looking at me with that amused smirk of his.

"You like me?" he said, a little too entertained.

I wanted to disappear into the sidewalk. But Henry didn't seem to care about my awkwardness.

"I'm capable?" he teased. "What, like good in bed? Or just... capable?"

I took a deep breath. "You answered the phone," I muttered, suddenly wishing I could hide under the nearest table.

Henry chuckled again. "But I never said I was capable."

I tried to change the subject, desperate to get off the topic. "I'm... I'm hungry."

We ended up ordering food, but when it arrived, I couldn't even look at it. Instead, I just kept drinking.

By the third glass of wine, Henry reached over and gently took my hand.

"What's this? Drowning your sorrows?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

I shook my head, too tipsy to care. "Not really. It just... feels like tonight's a dream. I'd be doing myself a disservice if I didn't drink a little."

I poured myself a fourth glass, already feeling the buzz, but I didn't care. Maybe it was the wine talking, but I started pushing Henry to drink more too.

By the time we were outside, I was leaning on him, swaying as we walked.

A couple passed by, hand in hand, heading into a hotel. I watched them for a moment, my mind wandering.

What did that feel like? Was it like floating on water, or walking on clouds?

I glanced up at Henry, then back at the hotel. "Want to try?" I asked, my voice a little too bold.

"Huh?" Henry glanced at me, eyebrows furrowed.

I pointed to the hotel. "You know... just... go in. Try it."

He looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "I'm not that kind of guy."

"But you like me, don't you?" I said, my words slipping out before I could stop them.

"Weren't you gonna confess?" I added, feeling reckless.

Henry stared at me for a long moment, and for the first time, I couldn't read his expression.

"Are you serious?" he asked, his voice quiet.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but suddenly, I felt like he was overthinking it too much.

"Why are you being so fussy? You're a grown man," I said, shoving him lightly, trying to pull away.

But instead of stepping back, he pulled me into his arms.

His voice was low, almost a whisper by my ear. "Will you still mean this tomorrow?"

"I will," I mumbled, barely aware of what I was saying.

I breathed in his scent, feeling strangely comforted, and before I knew it, I was pressing against him like I couldn't get close enough.

As if he'd made up his mind, Henry took my hand and started walking toward the hotel. "Come on," he said softly, "Let's go inside."