Chapter 8: Personal IssuesFour and a Half Months
“Not tonight.” Henry felt his face heat as he said the words.
“Everything okay?” Sam asked. His eyebrows came together, revealing his concern. He pulled back his roaming hand. Henry missed it as soon as it was gone.
“Yeah, no biggie.”
“Something’s wrong. Tell me, please.”
“Nothing’s wrong!”
“Is it something I did? Something I said?”
“No. You’re fine. I love you.”
Henry stilled as soon as the words were out. He hadn’t meant to drop the L-word in that fashion.
Sam’s body stiffened. “You love me?”
Henry gazed hopefully into Sam’s eyes. “Yes,” he whispered.
A smile inched across Sam’s mouth. “I love you, too, Henry.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. So tell me what’s wrong.”
Henry let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. My stomach hurts. I’m constipated
