Chapter 1
“Do it like you mean it, big boy! That’s it, right there.”
Henry stood in the doorway to his boyfriend’s bedroom, not sure whether to laugh or cry. “Well, this is awkward.”
“Fuck.” Kyle, his boyfriend of six months, currently dick-deep in—Henry leant to the side to get a better look—ahh, Mika from next door, glanced back at him with a look of shock. But, Henry noted with a weird sort of detachment, he didn’t stop ploughing into Mika, just slowed his pace to a leisurely stroke instead of a rabid jackhammer. “You’re back early.”
“I am.” Henry raised an eyebrow and gestured to the bed. “Andfor fuck’s sake,can you get your dick out of Mika for five fucking minutes while I’m trying to talk to you?”
Kyle had the nerve to sigh as he pulled out and slumped to the side, facing Henry.
He still had the fucking condom on.
“Jesus.” Henry scrubbed a hand over his eyes, having seen enough. He should’ve been full of rage, ready to give Kyle a piece of his mind, but all he felt was numb. No words waited to spill out. In fact, his mind was sort of blank.
I need to get out of here.
Henry’s pyjama bottoms lay on the floor where he’d left them a couple of hours ago, and an unexpected bark of laughter burst out. “I bet the bed wasn’t even cold. Did you even bother to have a shower after we fucked this morning?”
Kyle shrugged and Mika turned over to glare at him. “Really? You couldn’t have had a fucking wash before I came over?”
That’s all he’s bothered about?
Henry was done.
So fucking done.
And so were he and Kyle.
“Box up my stuff. I’ll come round to collect it at the weekend.”
“Henry, wait, this doesn’t mean anything.”
Henry grimaced. “Oh, so you weren’tdoing it like you meant it, then?Big boy.”
Mika snorted and Kyle went to get up, but Henry shot his hand out.
“Don’t bother. I’m leaving. We’re finished, Kyle.” He turned and walked away, ignoring Kyle shouting his name.
It wasn’t until he got outside that it all hit him.
With shaking hands, Henry unlocked his car and slid behind the wheel. “Shit,” he whispered, eyes filling with tears. Six months wasn’t ages, but Henry had liked him.
A lot.
And being cheated on was the fucking worst.
His gut told him it wasn’t the first time either. Before his mind could wander down that path, Henry pulled out his phone and messaged his sister.
Henry: You home?
Ella: Yes, why?
Henry: Caught K fucking someone else.
Ella: THAT NASTY LITTLE CUNT. I HOPE HE CATCHES HIS FORESKIN IN HIS ZIP.
Henry smiled despite himself.
