Page 122 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
I will not cry, I will not cry,I repeated in my head as tears started to well in my eyes.
“Rosie, why are you going to cry?”
Crap. That’s all it took. Tears started streaming down my face out of my control. There was no use, I was an emotional wreck, and bottling up my emotions could only stay contained for so long.
“We did it,” I stated through tears.
“Who?” Jenny asked confused as she grabbed some tissues off my desk and handed them to me.
“Henry and I. We had sex.”
Jenny sat back for a second as she studied my confession. She knew of our friendship and how much he meant to me, so it would have been a shock for her to hear this from me.
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting you to say that. When?”
“Sunday, after we had brunch at my parents’. He was really touchy and sweet and I don’t know, it just happened.”
“I’m assuming the post-sex party didn’t go very well?”
“Nope.” I sniffed. “I thought everything was good, he was stroking my face tenderly, took care of me like I was the most precious thing to him and then, like he was Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, he just switched. He became rude and detached.”Indifferent. Cruel.
“That seems weird. I mean, I don’t like the guy very much but that doesn’t seem like him. Did something happen in between—”
“What the hell is going on?” Delaney asked while she briefly looked at Jenny, waved and then turned her attention back to me.
Slamming the door and inviting herself in, Delaney took the other seat in front of my desk and dropped her purse on the floor.
“What is going on with you and Henry?”
“We were just talking about that,” Jenny answered for me. “Apparently they had the sexuals on Sunday.”
“What!” Delaney nearly spat as her eyes bulged out of her sockets. “And you didn’t tell me this because?”
Feeling guilty, I shrunk in my seat and said, “I didn’t want to put you between the two of us.”
“What do you mean? Did things not go well?”
“The sex was amazing—”
“But post sex was bad,” Jenny said. “He turned into a bit of a dick afterwards.”
“Really?” Delaney asked a little confused. “That doesn’t seem like Henry.”
“That’s what I said,” Jenny replied while lightly tapping Delaney on the shoulder. “I don’t even know the guy that well, but I know that’s not the kind of man he is.”
“What happened after you guys did it?” Delaney asked, trying to get to the source of the issue.
“She hasn't said anything yet," Jenny added as they both leaned forward and waited for me to answer.
Feeling a little overwhelmed, I sat up in my chair and replayed the moment for them.
“Well, after we did things, he held me for a while, talked to me, told me I was beautiful, stroked my hair, sweet things like that.”
“Now that’s Henry,” Delany said.
“But my phone kept beeping from a message, so to stop the irritating sound and make sure nothing was wrong with my parents since my mind wanders, I listened to the message while Henry sat next to me. He was totally cool with it, but once I hung up, he was a completely different person.”
“What was the message?” Jenny asked.
