Page 2 of Charmed By You
Which only made Henry want to find out who he was even more.
He glanced down in time to catch a quick flash of golden blond hair before it disappeared out the door that led to the rooftop patio. The patio would be nearly deserted with the chill of the night air and he saw the opening he’d been looking for all night. He quickly turned back to his friend but Bran was already shaking his head.
“Oh, go on then…” He laughed a little, “I’ll even do you a solid and create a distraction so you can slip out.”
His heart thumped in his chest, “Thanks Bran.”
“Just go before I change my mind.” Bran gave him a devilish wink and then pushed him away, “I hope it turns out the way you want it to. One of us should get to have some fun tonight.”
Henry hesitated but the look in Bran’s eyes told him now wasn’t the time. Whatever was going on with his friend, he hadn’t been paying attention when he’d felt like talking about it and now the moment had passed. Henry was a shitty friend for not listening but he swore he would make it up to Bran later.
“I owe you one.”
“Or two, but who’s keeping score?”
He snorted, “You are. Always.”
Bran smirked, some of the sparkle returning to his eyes, “Go find the boy before he disappears. It’s almost midnight. He might turn into a pumpkin or something.”
“That’s totally not how the story goes.” He laughed, “But I’ll update your fairytale lessons later. Keep your fingers crossed he’s of age would ya?”
Bran laughed, “Voting age?”
Henry glared at his friend but there wasn’t any heat in it, “Smartass.”
“Henry, you’re stalling. Go.”
He was. He knew he was. But he was nervous and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been nervous.
He’d been taking center stage for as long as he could remember. He’d grown up in the spotlight. He met strangers every day and charmed them easily. But the idea of actually meeting the man that he’d spent all night watching and fantasizing about left his palms sweaty and his throat dry.
What if the blond man wasn’t everything he’d built him up in his head to be? Or, even scarier… what if he was?
“You’re Henry fucking Lord.” Bran gave him a reassuring squeeze of the shoulder, “You got this.”
Henry took a deep breath and nodded. Bran was right. He gave his friend a wink and a smile and then he went slipping into the shadows to find out if the man that had been starring in his fantasies for the past few hours was, in fact, the man of his dreams.
