Chapter 13It wasn’t a question. It didn’t need to be, because Henry already knew the answer. Theo, however, holding on tightly to Henry’s words of advice, still needed to respond.
“Yes.”
“Even though I don’t want you to.”
That wasn’t a question, either. The pain in Henry’s eyes knotted tightly in Theo’s stomach, and for a moment, he reconsidered. He almost wished they could go back to the moment before they’d ever agreed to Clarence’s supper-party. Those moments had been complicated and messy, but this was worse. The mounting pressure between them.
Their book offered comfort. Shared memories, a romance, a promise of happy endings, words that’d helped bring them together the previous night.
“Yes.”
Henry, eyes and jaw tight, swallowed roughly. Maintaining composure, Theo thought. Sever
