As I watched them, I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes.
So my visions had been wrong all along? And although he interrupted Chelsea and me, not even getting the concept of foreplay, he jumped at the first possibility to get his cock fondled by a girl with whom he had only talked once before?
And what a coincidence—not anyone else, but me, came to see them in the act?
BULLSHIT.
I feel flattered that he would orchestrate such a play to ease my mind, but come on, bro. Do you really think I am that gullible? That guy has no idea just how fucking paranoid I am.
And it makes me only more paranoid when he feels the need to prove me wrong so desperately.
If that scene in front of me were really true, it would mean that Henry unknowingly stole the girl my future self wanted to sleep with—that would also be infuriating as hell.