Page 101 of False Play
KENNEDY
I LIKE ALL OF YOU, KENNEDY JONES.
Winter in Chicagowasn’t for the weak-hearted. But that didn’t stop me from wearing a tight burgundy mini dress with winter black tights and high black boots, even though I knew I had to bundle up with my gray winter coat once we stepped outside.
I had no idea what Henry planned for the evening, but for some reason, I was nervousandgiddy.
This was stupid. Why was I so excited? This was just another regular old fake date.
I knew having sex with Henry was a really bad fucking idea, because I was feeling all these things I didn’t want to face.
Are we forgetting that he called you last night and told you he missed you? Or the fact that you told him you missed him, too?
I strode out of my room and found Henry, his elbows resting on the kitchen island, staring at his phone.My God, he lookedgood. He wore a long-sleeved knitted dark-blue sweater that hugged his muscles perfectly, black trousers, and dress shoes.
I cleared my throat, trying to push down the pathetic flop my stomach did at the sight of him.
He looked up, and his intense blue gaze pinned me in place. His eyes were calculating, and there was a heat to them, drinking me in like I was the only thing on the menu he wanted.
It was intoxicating, the way Henry always looked at me. I never wanted him to stop.
“You look...” He took a few deliberate steps toward me, interlaced one of my hands with his, and twirled me around. “Fucking stunning.” His gaze lowered to my legs. “Spring cannot come soon enough,” he murmured to himself.
I gaped at him. “Are you gawking at my legs?” I learned how to love myself despite the comments I’d gotten over the years about how tall I was, but insecurity took hold of me at the most random of times.
He nodded, still staring at them. “They’re one of my favorite things about you.”
That was…rather forward. But the compliment filtered through me like a slow pour of honey—thick, and sweet, and every bit addicting.
It shouldn’t have been surprising. ThiswasHenry Anderson after all. He was an honest and notorious flirt.
“One?” I crossed my arms and kept my grin in check. “As in, there’s more that you like?”
He rolled his lips as his eyes found mine. There was a sense of playfulness and mirth he oozed. “What exactly is your question, Kenny baby? I like it when you’re direct.”
I tilted my head in contemplation. “What else do you like?”
Should I have been entertaining this? Probably not. But I think we’d all learned by now how reckless I was around him.
“Your eyes,” he replied without missing a beat.
I arched an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”
He lazily slipped a hand into one of his pockets. “What do you mean?”
“You’re acting weird.”
“Am I?” His tone held a bit of amusement.
“Stop answering with questions,” I groaned.
“Why?”
I rolled my eyes as I strode to the small closet where we kept our coats and grabbed mine. “Forget it.”
I was about to put it on, but Henry stopped me and said, “Let me,” as he grabbed the coat from my hands and helped me slip into it.
Being so near to him made my heartbeat race. His usual bergamot and vetiver scent hit my nostrils, and I was suddenly dying to stay closer to him just so I could let myself be enveloped in it.
