Henry was the talk of Hawkins, Indiana. A slender, kind, and good-looking man who showed up out of nowhere. He was the neighbourly type. He was the guy everyone trusted to babysit. He was the one man every girl wanted a piece of.

Henry was yours though, in secret. He found it incredibly amusing how you acted so jealously. Deep down, you knew he would never cheat or betray your trust. But you couldn't help but feel like he was too good for you, in multiple ways.

He was responsible and handsome, the whole package. Who wouldn't want a guy like that? He was gentle, so caring with you. You wanted to marry him one day.

"Darling, you have nothing to worry about," he reassured, trying to hide the knowing smile on his lips. "I've only ever loved you. Truly." Henry soothed you, his voice calm as he ran a hand down your back. He just sat with you as you ranted about the girl who approached you earlier.

Everyone knew you were close with him, but most just thought you were siblings. The woman had asked you about Henry, wishing she could ask him out.

"You didn't give her the home number, right?" he asks, cautious.