Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 362. Surreal

Henry’s POV

I could still taste the sugar in my mouth, but Kenny’s kisses were so much sweeter.

Putting my arms around his back, I let him lead me to the closet, where I spotted the handheld game console I brought him.

Good, they really brought everything from the center with them.

I watched him choosing my clothes while leaning on his shoulder and observing his face from the side.

Such perfection, unbelievable.

The first time I saw him was in the pictures I found on Henrietta’s USB stick.

There, I didn’t really find anything special about him, but it had just been pictures of his counterpart, so it was understandable.

The next time was when I discovered his address and started to follow him.

There was a party; he went with his friends, and to my luck, they didn’t go into a private room.

I took a seat at the bar and drank, looking through the smoke in the air, watching the bodies tangled on the dance floor to the black leather couch on the other side of the room.

Kenny downed his drinks and joked with his friends, but there was a moment when he had already drunk quite a bit and when he just looked at the people with a glass in his hand.

I wouldn’t have admitted it, not even under torture, but in that moment he emitted a visible, noticeable attraction.

But the hatred soon took over, fogging my mind, and the scene where I saw him sitting there, looking straight ahead at the humans as if, even back then, they had no relation to him, was soon forgotten.

Why am I thinking of that now?

Now he was here with me, and it felt as if I had successfully pulled him back into the human realm; it was surreal.

That he is back in this world, that he is here with me, that he chooses clothes for me.

I am so happy that I feel like losing my mind.

So happy that my emotions spill without my consent.

I am so happy that I am scared.

So happy that it feels as if someone sliced into my insides.

And although this happiness is accompanied by nagging fears, insecurities, and an emotional rollercoaster, I don’t want to ever part with it again.

I was being clothed; I even got a hoodie that he conjured up, and that smelled like him.

"Which memory is the hoodie from?" I asked him while hugging him from behind and letting him drag me to the door.

He fumbled around the lock, and I grinned; he wouldn’t be able to open it because he wasn’t expecting it to be a fingerprint lock, which he just had to put his finger on.

I had added him and myself as the sole users, which was done with an app. That meant the fingerprint wasn’t especially secure, but it would suffice against the people living here.

"Hmmm... ah yes, I ordered this one online, and they sent it too large. After I told them that, they said I had to take pictures before they sent me the return label, and it was a hassle, so I kept it. I am not wearing tight clothes anyway," he answered absentmindedly while rattling the door.

Now each side of the door was attacked by a Howard, and I smiled in satisfaction at the lock Ethan brought me.

I grabbed his hand from behind and put my forefinger on his, leading him to the black screen in the middle of the lock.

There was a second of silence before the lock beeped and unlocked the door soundly.

"Ah... Cool." Kenny nodded, and the door was ripped open by his grandmother.

"Can’t you walk on your own?" Her eyes fell on me; the dark shadow stuck to her grandson.

"No... too weak," I said as feebly as possible, hearing Kenny laugh.

"You also still have your walking stick; don’t comment on others’ ability to walk," Kenny said, pulling me past her.

"The sole reason for having it is TO BEAT YOU!" She yelled and followed us into the kitchen, where the enticing smell came from.

I looked at the dark blue wall in the corridor and glanced at the entrance door as we passed by to enter the kitchen.

It was our first time leaving our room, so it was good to know the way around.

Inside the kitchen was a white wooden country-style kitchen in the corner; there was a big round counter island in front of it, and to our right was a big, just as round desk.

My eyes instantly fell on the girl who was cooking; when she turned around, she stared at Kenny.

I tightened my grip on him.

Why is there a strange girl?

Who is she?

Why is she staring at Kenny?

"That’s Emma; GREET HER! DO YOU HAVE NO MANNERS?!" Mrs. Howard stepped forward and harrumphed at us; her stick came in Kenny’s direction, but I used a bit of power so it wouldn’t strike him, acidifying a part of it.

"How... DARE YOU!" Mrs. Howard hissed as she eyed her stick, then me.

"Leave him alone!" Kenny waved her off and smiled at the round eating table right by the kitchen, where Jordan sat.

"Hello." Kenny eventually nodded slightly at the ignored girl while I tightened my grip on him again, prompting him to pat my hands in front of his chest.

The girl nodded back before looking at me hesitantly, maybe because of the hood or my missing greeting.

Mrs. Howard stormed outside, and I could already guess that she was getting another walking stick, as I knew that she had quite a few hoarded.

She had commissioned Ethan to make a weapon out of each walking stick, the inside made of iron, and when pulling the stick apart, one would have a very long, sharp, and pointed dagger.

This had given me the idea to work a bit on my beloved collar, and now I can take the stone out of its socket. I also sharpened a corner of the stone, which can always come in handy.

Powerful people die because they rely on their powers, and sometimes a paperclip can save your life—in my case, it was to have something sharp.

And I really came in handy in the last world.

I looked at the girl and found that she had turned around again, wiping her hands on her apron and continuing to cook.

A young woman with long, brown, straight hair, neatly cut bangs, and a small back.

Things that would have felt irrelevant a few years ago had now become an absolute nuisance.

"How are you?" Jordan waved Kenny to his side, and I let myself get dragged to him.

The left corner of the room had a kitchen in it; the right corner had a bench, which covered the seats for half of the table, while the other half had white chairs.

Kenny sat beside Jordan on the bench, pulling me by my wrist beside him.

The room filled again with Danny crying for Kenny, but neither Jordan nor I made space.

The child we had brought back didn’t come down; Ethan sat on a chair beside Mrs. Howard, giving me a look that said he would speak with Kenny about the unofficial deal he had worked on after we ate.

The staff sergeant came inside as well, hurrying to the other seat beside Mrs. Howard.

Omar pulled Danny from the bench and took a seat beside Jordan so that Danny had to sit on the edge of the bench, far away from Kenny.

The girl served the plates, and I stared at her, asking myself if she would look attractive in Kenny’s eyes.

That was until my thigh was pinched under the table, and not in a very tender way at that.

Kenny still talked with his friends after nodding at Ethan and the staff sergeant, but he reduced the pinching when I looked back at him.

When I looked back at the girl, the pain increased again rapidly.

I pulled the hood of my sweater wider into my face to hide the infatuated expression I was surely displaying, along with a crazed grin I couldn’t suppress.

I turned my head, nevertheless, a few more times, dwelling on the pain, on the attention I was constantly receiving, even if he wasn’t obvious about it.

Sliding down on the bench, I placed my head on his shoulder; more food was brought as it was already lunchtime and not breakfast, like Kenny had thought.

I covered his hand on my thigh with mine and forced him to pinch me harder to make it more real, to make this happiness more perceptible.

Fuck, I am so in love.