One peek at Not-Henry had him smiling as we got to my car. “No. He won’t steal your clothes. His Daddy seems very honest too and will keep shenanigans to a minimum.”
“Do you think Austin will fill up my closet or find a way to steal my prom dress?” It could go either way, so I sighed before Not-Henry could answer. “Remind me to be careful with him. He’s going to talk me into something ridiculous.”
Not-Henry’s cough said he thought I was right about that.
“You’re going to have fun, though.”
So Not-Henry thought I’d enjoy being robbed?
He was probably right about that too.
“Help me remember that when we get to that point.”
Ugh.
He laughed.
“I’m going to end up thanking Austin for robbing me, aren’t I?” I wasn’t sure how it’d happen but it was definitely going to happen. “You can’t help me, though. If I do something stupid, I have to pay the price.”
“I’m not letting you lose the dress, Shelby boy.” Not-Henry looked stubborn enough that I decided not to argue with him and just nodded. It got me a forehead kiss and an almost smile from Not-Henry. “I won’t go too far, though.”
We probably had different definitions about what that meant, but I decided to pick my battles. “Thank you.”
He was definitely pleased about getting his way, but I didn’t want to know why.
“Are you ready for dinner?” Not-Henry reached up and cupped my cheek before leaning in and giving me a soft peck. “How are you feeling?”
“Hungry.” If it was an aftercare kind of question, I wasn’t sure what he was worried about. All I could think of was food and seeing what would happen when we were finally by ourselves. “How are you feeling?”
Aftercare went both ways, right?
Did he have concerns?
Before I could remind him about safewords and make sure he was fine, Not-Henry flashed me a quick smile. “I’m hungry too and I’m thoroughly enjoying being with you.”
Good.
That meant he was fine, right?
“Am I supposed to be worried about something?” There was generally something that I needed to overthink, so it was kindof concerning that I was so relaxed. “I haven’t felt this good in a really long time, so I’m not sure I’m thinking clearly enough to overthink.”
Wait.
Had that made any sense?
Not-Henry wanted to smile but he kept his serious face in place. “No. There is nothing you need to worry about, but how about I drive us to the restaurant, and then when you’re thinking clearly enough to worry, we’ll pick your car up.”
Hmm.
“Will you feel me up in the car like that scene in the book last week?” That would make it worth the inconvenience.
“No.” Not-Henry looked serious enough that I sighed. “Do you know how many cameras there are near public streets?”
Too many for him to be helpful with?
“I’ll trust you on that.” The last thing I needed was to end up on the internet again…especially if it would be my fault. “Will us needing to stop by here after dinner derail the other plans we were talking about?”
Not-Henry raised an eyebrow. “Are you honestly concerned that I’ll forget about wanting to tie you up and fuck you because we have to come back and get your car?”
