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I look along the fence and see a new hole that he must’ve dug.
Shit, he’s in Henley’s yard.
If he’s destroyed it again, I swear to god, I’m going to kill him.
I walk out the side gate and duck around the fence. I let myself into Henley’s backyard. His house is all in darkness. It is after midnight, after all.
I don’t want Henley to wake up, so I tiptoe around to the backyard, and I hear Barry’s tail thumping on the veranda. “Shh,” I whisper. I shine the flashlight up to him and see him sitting on a makeshift bed.
“What the?” I walk up onto the veranda and shine the flashlight down; three pillows have been covered in a blanket.
Henley made him a bed.
I then notice a bowl of water set beside him.
I smile goofily and look up at Henley’s bedroom window.
I feel like I know a secret, that I’m about to uncover a huge diamond stash that has been buried deep for years. Something valuable and precious. Priceless to its owner.
Henley James isn’t a tyrant at all. It’s his defense mechanism.
The man with the perfect dick may just also have the perfect heart . . .
I’ve just got to work out how to get him to show it to me.
I pour the first of the white paint into the roller tray.
Today’s the day. I’m starting to paint my house, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited for something. I bought the equipment I need and washed all the walls. I’ve taped all the windows and baseboards, and I’m ready to rock. I’m starting in the foyer hall; I roll up and I roll down.
Ugh, the paint is strong smelling. I open the front door to let the fresh air in and continue on my merry way.
An hour later, “Hey there, you” sounds from the porch.
I look up to see Mason standing at my front door. “Mason.” I smile awkwardly.
“I came to visit, but looks like now I’m painting,” he replies.
“Oh no.” I shake my head. “I wouldn’t do that to you. Thanks anyway, though.”
“I insist. I’m ducking home and changing clothes, and then I’m coming back to help you.”
“No, you can’t,” I blurt out.
Like really, you can’t. I’m trying to win Henley’s trust. Having you in my house will only make him pull away from me.
“See you in five minutes.” He smiles before jogging home.
Fuck’s sake.
This street is like the fucking Brady Bunch. Why is everyone so damn helpful?
Henley is going to come home and see him here and then ghost me again.
Ugh . . .
What do I do now?
I’ll text Henley.
