“She asked me!” I say.
“Don’t tell me you said yes.”
I pass him his glass of water. “I couldn’t say no.”
“I did. Tell them no.”
“I can’t do that now. God damn it.”
“It’s okay,” Henry lies. “We’ll still have fun at Craig’s party.”
“Oh my god, I’m going to hear them bang all night.AndI’m going to have to clean the sheets.”
The food arrives, thankfully distracting me. I eat, smothering a moan when I taste the greasy deliciousness. We talk about the party and how it’ll be nice to see what Craig’s up to.
“Is Knightly coming?” Henry asks.
I swallow a chip. “I’m sure she will. Declan invited her.” I still haven’t sent Eve the details and make a mental note to text her when I get the chance.
“I’m jealous.”
I still. “What?”
“You’ll be smart in no time, studying with her,” Henry answers.
My shoulders slide down. Of course, Henry isn’t jealous of Eve in a romantic way. “You could always join,” I offer.
“Nah,” he says, shaking his head.
“It could be just us,” I say. “Though I wouldn’t be as helpful as Eve is. You wouldn’t be able to trust anything I say. About the content.”
“Maybe.”
“And we’d actually have to study,” I add.
Henry smiles at the memory of our study sessions earlier this year. “What about we study and then … relax as a reward?”
I laugh, my body flushing at Henry’s idea of relaxing.
We finish the chips, our fingers sometimes bumping.
“I’ll be back,” Henry says, standing up. “Stay put, Dr Rosselli.” Before he leaves, though, he looks at me again. “Sorry, do you hate that name?”
My brows jump up. “No. Why do you think that?”
“You get this look on your face when people use it. I pay attention.”
“It’s fine. I only get that look when certain people use it.”
“Like the girls?”
“Yeah. But you can use it though.”
Henry hesitates. “Tell me if you don’t like it because I don’t want to—”
“Trust me,” I say. I wave my hand to let him know he can go. “I would tell you if you did something I didn’t like.”
He watches me for a second more, his expression eerily similar to one I’ve seen on Eve’s face. Like he wants to say something. Like he’s almost … worried for me. “Okay,” he says.
