Henry's POV
I could still taste the sugar in my mouth, but Kenny's kisses were so much sweeter.
Putting my arms around his back, I let him lead me to the closet, where I spotted the handheld game console I brought him.
Good, they really brought everything from the center with them.
I watched him choosing my clothes while leaning on his shoulder and observing his face from the side.
Such perfection, unbelievable.
The first time I saw him was in the pictures I found on Henrietta's USB stick.
There, I didn't really find anything special about him, but it had just been pictures of his counterpart, so it was understandable.
The next time was when I discovered his address and started to follow him.
There was a party; he went with his friends, and to my luck, they didn't go into a private room.
I took a seat at the bar and drank, looking through the smoke in the air, watching the bodies tangled on the dance floor to the black leather couch on the other side of the room.
