21 | HENRY

I curled my toes into the warm sand as I looked around discreetly. Andre and I were waiting for his friends to arrive and I was a little relieved since my heart was anything but ready.

I briefly glanced at Andre. He's eyes were on his phone as he probably texted them. Wasn't he nervous? He was going to introduce me to a friend that didn't even know his sexuality yet he looked so calm.

He looked at me and I flinched before dropping my gaze.

"You're nervous?" He asked with a teasing smile.

"I'm not."

"Then should we look for them?"

I shook my head. "I prefer to keep waiting."

"Really? What if they take too long?"

"It's not like they'll get lost." He offered me his hand and I looked up at him. "What do you want?"

"I want you to hold my hand."

I blushed. "That's okay."

"Come on," he said as he wiggled his fingers and I hesitantly accepted it. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No."