18 | ANDRE

We stared at each other for a while and I pulled my hand away from him. Was he serious? Did I hear him right?

The room was quiet as we kept eye contact. I knew that Mrs. Young was already in her room and I was glad that it was far from ours. It almost seemed like we were alone in the house and I smiled at this wonderful turn of events.

I didn't expect him to admit it so straightforwardly. He looked nervous but didn't look away. I had so many thoughts in my head but I focused on the beautiful young man in front of me.

"I like you too, Henry," I said honestly and watched as his eyes lit up with relief.

He stood up from the bed and asked, "Can we start over?"

"You're not going to back down again, are you?"

"I don't know. I'm filled with so many confusing feelings right now."

"Then what do you want from me?"

He stared at me for a while. "I want to be yours, Andre."

I leaned in and softly pressed my lips against his. Henry held my arms as he returned the kiss and we departed, only