The trip home was quiet.
Neither Henry nor Luke mentioned what happened or what was said the whole time. They sat side-by-side, stiffly, on the bus. Henry never looked at Luke, but he wished he could see his face. Everything Luke said and the way he said it…it all felt so real.
When they got home, Luke went straight to his room to change, leaving Henry standing awkwardly in the hall. With nothing else to do, Henry changed as well. He hung his suit up and shoved his legs into sweats and tossed on an old T-shirt.
Once he finished changing, he sat down at the edge of his bed and tried to make sense of everything that happened. Not only had he spent the night pretending to be engaged to his best friend, who he happened to be hopelessly in love with, he quit his job. Without even having the
