Page 71 of Entangled
“Do you even know where I live?”
“No clue.” She smiles. “Didn’t think about that either. You were the only thing on my mind, Henry.”
“I love you so much.” I cup her face and kiss her, pouring my soul into it.
She threads her fingers into my still-damp hair and kisses me back like we’re no longer two separate beings, but one joined entity.
Suddenly, a horn cuts into our passionate embrace, jolting us apart.
“What’s going on?” she says on a gasp, as she grips my arm to steady herself.
“Let’s call it a buzzkill.” I take her hand in mine. “C’mon. There’s someone I want you to meet.”
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ROWAN
Mood Music: “Adore You” by Miley Cyrus
Henry leadsme to the passenger side of his truck and pulls the door open. “Rowan, this is my little sister, Dahlia.”
Before I can even respond, she jumps out of the vehicle and wraps me in a hug. “It’s awesome to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Likewise.” I return the hug, grateful for her warm reception.
“Get in, Dahl,” Henry commands.
Releasing me, she salutes him and climbs into the back of the extended cab. “Gimme the lasagna.”
He hands her a pan, then ushers me inside with a warm hand on my lower back. I settle in the passenger seat and click my belt. He kisses me again, then closes the door and makes his way around the front of the truck.
“He’s been moping all day,” Dahlia reveals. “He really cares for you.”
I meet her chocolatey gaze. “I feel the same way about him.”
Henry hops into the driver’s seat. “Ready, ladies?”
“Yes.” And I am ready. For him. For us, and for everything our future brings. I’m ready for big changes in my life, maybe even some normalcy.
Bottom line, I’m ready to start living.
We pull up to the gate outside my home and park. Henry holds my hand, interlacing our fingers as we walk toward the front door.
“I already told my dad about you.”
“Yeah?” Surprise flashes in his eyes, followed by trepidation. “How’d that go?”
“He said he wants me to be happy.”
“Should Henry be nervous?” Dahlia stage whispers. “If so, I’ll need to pay closer attention because I kinda like watching him squirm.”
“Sadist,” he mutters.
I laugh and kiss Henry’s cheek. “You have nothing to worry about. I promise.” I push the door open. “Dad? Greta? Where are you guys?”
“In the living room,” Greta calls.
Henry tightens his grip on my hand as we step inside, followed by his sister.
