Page 78 of When We Ignite
I glanced back at the table. Sebastian’s smile had faded, his arms crossed as he half listened to Blondie.
“Sebastian only gets jealous of me,” Henry said, grinning.
I stared at him, wide-eyed. “What the fuck?”
“I’m serious. It’s like a little brother thing. He doesn’t like me touching his things.”
I was too stunned to respond at first. “What the fuck?” I repeated.
Henry burst out laughing. “You’re only making it worse. Didn’t you notice him pissed at me earlier? At the table?”
I nodded reluctantly. I’d noticed. It wasn’t the first time, either. I’d seen Sebastian snap at Henry before, but I never put the pieces together. “It never crossed my mind. Why would he be jealous of you? You’re straight.”
Henry looked genuinely bewildered. “No, I’m not.”
“What?”
“Ethan, everybody and their mothers know I’m bisexual. They’ve printed articles about it.”
“But you have a new girlfriend every month.”
“Occasionally, it’s a guy. Don’t worry—you’re not my type. Too young, too inexperienced.”
“Okay.” My head was spinning. “I had no idea.”
“That much is clear. Anyway, it really gets to Ash that we’re friends.”
I blinked. Okay—apparently, we were friends too.
“So, are you going to try it out? Prove me right?”
“I don’t think he’d go for it. He was pretty firm when he told me we had to stop.”
“But you do want to try to convince him otherwise?”
I hesitated, my gaze drifting back to the table. Sebastian looked as impressive as ever, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how incredible it felt to be with him. It pissed me off that he ended it when I was finally coming to terms with it. It still hurt.
“Or are you going to let him walk out with Blondie tonight?” Henry pressed.
The thought made my stomach churn.
“I wish he’d change his mind,” I murmured.
“Okay.” Henry scooted closer, draping an arm over my shoulders.
I eyed him. “What are you doing?”
He took the vape from my hand and took a drag. “Getting Ash to come over in sixty seconds flat.” Leaning closer to my ear, he whispered, “Care to bet?”
I pulled away, scowling. Henry just chuckled.
“Did it work?” I asked, trying not to glance toward the table.
“See for yourself.” Henry removed his arm, shifting away. I turned, and there he was—Sebastian, walking toward us. My chest tightened with a mix of surprise and nerves.
Henry laughed loudly, and I couldn’t help but join him. We were both giggling when Sebastian stopped in front of us, one eyebrow arched, entirely unamused.
“Sorry. Am I interrupting something?”
