Page 153 of When We Ignite

“Have you eaten?” Sebastian asked, his tone more amused than annoyed.

Before Henry could answer, Jodi appeared with a plate in hand.

“I guess I haven’t,” Henry said, grinning and tapping Jodi on the back. “Still as hot as ever,” he added with a wink toward Aria.

“That’s my cue to leave,” Aria said, rolling her eyes.

“I’ve been hitting on her for years,” Henry said, grinning at me. “She thinks I’m not serious, but I’m telling you, our kids would be stunning.”

“Are you leaving with me?” Aria asked Sebastian, who nodded regretfully.

“See you at eight?” I asked as Sebastian turned to me with a playful pout.

“See you at eight, darling,” he said, pulling me toward him and planting a kiss on my cheek. “Are you tagging along?” he asked Henry.

“I didn’t come to see you. I figured Ethan was here,” Henry replied, smirking.

Sebastian arched his brows. “Fine.” He turned back to me, tilted my chin up, and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Please don’t be drunk when I get back,” he said softly, pressing another kiss to seal the deal. He shot Henry a warning look before leaving.

As soon as the door closed, Henry grinned at me. “So, this sure went from high school boyfriends to married couple in a matter of weeks.”

“Fuck off.”

“Have you been staying over?”

“Yeah, since Friday. He asked me to,” I admitted, taking a sip of coffee to busy myself.

Henry’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Ash asked you?”

“He’s working here this week, so…” I trailed off, but Henry kept staring at me like I’d grown a second head. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said, but his expression betrayed him as he took a bite of his food.

“It’s clearly something.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never heard of him doing extended sleepovers before.” Henry shrugged, glancing at Jodi. “Have you, Jodi?”

“Not past one night,” Jodi chimed in casually.

“Ash is so weird about you,” Henry said, the statement making my heart race.

“I think he wanted to end things after Friday,” I confessed quietly.

“Because of your jealous frenzy?” Henry guessed, smirking.

“Yeah, that…and then—” I stopped abruptly, glancing back toward the kitchen.

“Do you want to step out for a smoke?” Henry offered, giving me a way out.

I nodded gratefully, and he grabbed his plate as we headed to the balcony.

“So, what’s the dish?” he asked, grinning.

We started at each other for a minute.

“Don’t make me say it.”

Henry laughed. “Good for Ash—poor sod was gagging for it,” he said, almost looking proud.