Henry's POV
While hugging Kenny, I placed my head against his neck, breathing in his scent combined with the shower gel and shampoo that I had used as well.
My fingertips still trembled slightly, and my feelings were all over the place as I couldn't fathom the exhilaration I experienced at Kenny's words. He wasn't just speaking up for me; he declared his ownership, this time clearer than it could ever be.
Ahhh, I am so happy I could die.
"Are you gay?" The flustered yet also indignant voice of that red-haired woman, way too loud and way too shrill, threw me back into the abyss.
I could feel the stares of the people in the packed dining room, and I noticed Kenny's muscles tightening.
No. That dumb bitch, not knowing what could be said and what could not, had no idea what she had done to me at this very moment, especially when Kenny's hand landed on my chest and he forced me to let go of him. I watched his face turn pissed beyond words, still not matching my own fury.
