He pounded on it for a long time, but there wasn’t any movement in the house. Her garage door was closed, so he didn’t know if she was even home. He called her again, but she still didn’t answer. He didn’t know what to do. He went back to his apartment then lay in bed, thinking about what went wrong. He had no idea. Was she jealous that he’d tried to help Sydney? That was a stupid reason. He would have intervened for any girl, even a complete stranger. He was angry that she just took off without saying a fucking word to him. If that was all it took to piss her off, then perhaps this relationship wasn’t a good idea. He’d told her he wasn’t over Sydney yet, and she’d said she would be patient. But that still didn’t make sense. Henry hadn’t run to Sydney because he loved her. He thought she needed help. The night passed by slowly. He didn’t sleep because he felt so confused. When they were in the hot tub and the shower, he thought he’d felt something more than lust.
