Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 366. Gaps

Henry’s POV

We look dashing together.

With my arms around him and him nestled in my embrace, he with his beautiful red eyes and I with my opposite blue looking at him.

Like two sides of a coin.

Absolutely perfect; we should always walk around in a hug.

I stared at our reflection—better said, at Kenny’s reflection—in the mirror, and I could feel his heart beating fast.

It felt that we were growing closer with each second, as if he was purposefully leaving a gap in the door open for me to sneak in.

I didn’t want to disturb the moment, but I wanted to snap a shot with the phone I went to get when Kenny shooed me out of the bathroom.

At that moment, I had willingly obliged because I was only so close to jumping him, especially after he showed me his flushed face and dreamy gaze, looking so damn handsome that it was hard for me not to run to the closet in my room and get the package that Ethan fetched for me.

But it was not time yet.

He wouldn’t agree—not yet.

I snuck my hand into the pocket of my pants and fished the phone out to then open the camera in the most covered way possible.

With him standing in front of me and lost in his own thoughts, I managed. I also archived snapping a shot, and while holding down the shutter to get as many as possible while hugging, Kenny suddenly struck his own forehead with his hand.

My heart dropped, and the phone did the same as I grabbed his hand with which he wanted to hit himself again.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING??" I bellowed, turning him around so that he was facing me.

I looked at his forehead; it wasn’t red, but it must have hurt.

"Ah, nothing—just cringey thoughts," Kenny spoke absentmindedly, as if that would explain anything.

Seeing how he avoided my gaze, I laughed angrily.

While still holding his wrist in one hand, I leaned toward the sink and took a little towel to wet it with cold water.

Then I put it on his forehead.

"Don’t do that again; hit me next time."

"You wish." He chuckled.

I licked my lips, unable to contain myself, and instead of simply agreeing and laughing it off, I asked directly.

"Cringey thoughts about us?"

He narrowed his eyes unhappily, giving me an answer to my question.

I knew it. I can feel it.

The gap in the door was widening, big enough for me to walk through it.

Kenny swatted my hand away, flustered by my closeness and probably his own feelings.

I could see it as clear as day that he had feelings for me.

"Are you...?" I started, then stopped, knowing that I couldn’t take it too far, as I didn’t want to risk the door falling shut again.

"Stop the gay shit!" Kenny walked out of the bathroom.

At least he tried, as he tripped over the tiny threshold in the doorway.

"THIS CURSED BATHROOM!" He yelled and left the room as well.

I looked into the mirror again, finding my own face flushed while my heart nearly beat out of my chest.

So many signs, but I was still unable to believe it, because it had felt so unreachable.

Had he ever behaved that way with his ex-girlfriend?

No. She told me herself that he had no feelings for her—that she could feel that.

He was probably cool with her, smirking here and there and showing off his untouchable handsomeness.

She had never seen him so clumsy, flustered, or embarrassed.

I think, I want to think, I crave to think that nobody had ever seen him this way.

Nobody but me.

"ARE YOU COMING?!" He yelled from the corridor, and I tried to stop the corners of my mouth from moving stubbornly upward.

It was difficult, but finally expressionless, I left the bathroom, unintentionally stumbling over the same threshold as Kenny, as I was still walking on clouds.

I took a few more deep breaths to compose myself before leaving the room, but then I remembered the phone and went back to the bathroom before going outside again and opening the door.

When Kenny saw me, he observed me closely.

Look at that; how adorable can he be?

I could read the insecurity right from his face, as he was probably asking himself if he had gone too far.

And the more seconds ticked by and I didn’t step behind him to hug him again to let myself be dragged around, and the longer I faced him while expressionless, the more agitated he became, and the more guilty he felt.

Oh my god, I nearly burst out laughing at his cuteness.

"Damn it!" Quietly cursing, Kenny turned around, and scared that I pushed too much, I just wanted to reach out for him when he stepped back and pressed his back against my chest, asking silently for me to hang on him like I had done before.

I pressed my lips together, doing my utmost not to scream out loud—this time not because of despair, but bliss.

I really want to whisk him to the bedroom and lock us inside.

When I still didn’t react, he took my wrists and steered my arms over his shoulders.

Oh my god.

I was rendered a boneless mess, and hugging him with all my might, I leaned on him with my head on one of his shoulders.

"I’m sorry." He mumbled silently, dragging me to the living room and then to the kitchen, which we found both to be empty.

"So I can do gay shit?" I whispered in his ear before kissing his neck, fearful that I wouldn’t be able to hear his answer because of my galloping heart.

"Just..."

We soon arrived at the top of the stairs, and I was lucky enough to catch his answer.

"...not in front of the others." He patted my head, so I stopped the kissing and took another deep breath of his scent while trying to calm down again.

This rollercoaster had brought me deep down to hell already, but since I have him back in my arms again, it only goes up, only goes high, making me fucking delirious by my own luck.

Kenny knocked on the door before entering, and I found his grandma residing in a colorful big chair, feeding Kitty, who lay on a just as colorful pillow.

The old woman glared at me for again inconveniencing her grandson.

"Too weeeeeeak." I murmured like a starved ghost to deflect any kind of attack.

She harrumphed at me and looked at Kenny.

"Everything clean again?"

"Yes." He held my wrist and squeezed it two times as if to thank me.

I grinned. So he had noticed that I made the bed while he was fighting with the washing machine.

"Why not do so in the first place?" She scoffed, and Ethan interrupted from the side.

"Mr. Howard, please take a seat." He pointed at the big couch in the corner, but Kenny halted and looked at his grandmother again.

"Did you remove the couch last time so that I wouldn’t be able to sit on it?"

I looked at Kenny, asking myself what he meant. Had he talked with her while I was in and out of sleeping? I will have to ask him later.

"I gave you a stool, but you didn’t want it." She shrugged innocently.

"WHERE WAS THE COUCH THE LAST TIME?" He yelled, and I buried my face in his shoulder, trying not to laugh at him getting so adorably angry.

"WHY DO YOU NEED TO SIT IN THE FIRST PLACE? DON’T YOU HAVE TATTOOS?"

"HOW DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE AT ALL?" He screamed, only for Ethan to step in between them with spread-out arms.

"We have important news, Mr. Howard."

I squeezed Kenny, and he finally went to the couch with a grumble.

Like in the kitchen, the sofa covered two walls in a corner.

We took a seat on one side, Ethan on the other, sitting by the wall to our right.

I sat on Kenny’s left and crossed my arms in an attempt to prevent myself from involuntarily touching him. Taking his hands, leaning on him, or putting my hand on his thigh had become so natural that I couldn’t trust myself, especially if there was an audience.

"Henry filled me in regarding the deal. I have to get rid of the rats, and they’ll drop my charges, right?"

Ethan nodded.

"Let’s directly address the main issue then."

I raised my eyebrows; this didn’t sound good.

"It is regarding the clause ’eradicating the new rat species.’ The contract states that you have to either free this city from every single rat—which, however, can’t be proven to one hundred percent—or bring a specific number of rat corpses."

I clenched my fists in an attempt to calm a surge of shadowy energy that accompanied my rising anger.

If Kenny has to bring them intact corpses, my power is useless for him, although I had planned to do most of the work, finally fulfilling my duty as his dog.

The stack of papers on the couch table in front of us should be the printed-out deal... And on one of these papers surely the names of whoever came up with these ludicrous terms are stated, aren’t they?

If I know the names, I can teleport to them, and if I am in the same place as them, I can kill them.

"HA! And? How many corpses do they want?" Kenny asked, also crossing his arms and leaning back as if he expected to see a show. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Five hundred thousand."