Henry's POV
We look dashing together.
With my arms around him and him nestled in my embrace, he with his beautiful red eyes and I with my opposite blue looking at him.
Like two sides of a coin.
Absolutely perfect; we should always walk around in a hug.
I stared at our reflection—better said, at Kenny's reflection—in the mirror, and I could feel his heart beating fast.
It felt that we were growing closer with each second, as if he was purposefully leaving a gap in the door open for me to sneak in.
I didn't want to disturb the moment, but I wanted to snap a shot with the phone I went to get when Kenny shooed me out of the bathroom.
At that moment, I had willingly obliged because I was only so close to jumping him, especially after he showed me his flushed face and dreamy gaze, looking so damn handsome that it was hard for me not to run to the closet in my room and get the package that Ethan fetched for me.
But it was not time yet.
He wouldn't agree—not yet.
