Slapshots {BOYXBOY}✔

Chapter Thirty-Two {Bourbon}

Maybe I could fake an appendicitis and duck out early? Turn my alarm on and act like somebody was calling me for an emergency. Something, anything to not look at Henry and Tasha who sat across the table talking to each other.

The food was yet to be served to our table, but Jorden was engrossed in a conversation with the man beside me, Gerard Fitsgarled, the boyfriend and guest of Yolanda Quinzella, a tennis star and model.

"So, Matthew yes? Are you enjoying your night so far?" Tasha asked catching my attention with her strong polish accent. I didn't question how she knew who I was. I'd only assumed that Henry had told her and had outed me before she even knew who I was. Which made this worse on me. I think I was going to pass out.

"Oh, yeah, this is great," I replied, trying hard not to roll my eyes at them.

"And who is this?" She asked with a painted smile, I was about to answer saying that Jorden was my first, but before I could Jorden leaned over to me, his lips way to close to my ear for my comfort and whispered 'play along'

"I'm Jord. Matty's date. You know each other?" My mouth fell open trying now to say anything too obvious I just kicked my foot on Jordan's as he just smiled wider, abandoning his conversation with Gerard. But my eyes stayed on Henry, who looked between Jordan and me with a curious brow like he was trying to piece together what was being told to him.

Hell, I was trying to figure out what was being told to him.

"A date. How sweet. He is your boyfriend?"

"Not yet, but I'm planning on changing that," Jordan said with a chuckle. "soon."

"Jord." I scolded, but he put a stop to what I was saying by putting a hand on my shoulder with a grin on his face, squeezing me.

"What's wrong babe?" He asked getting cockier by the minute. I just rolled my eyes as our food was set down. And again I looked over to Henry, who sat with his arms crossed as Tasha leaned forward to say something in her ear in another language that I could only pick up as "On jest bardzo przystojny" Which meant absolutely nothing to me, but the small smile playing on Henry's lips did, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy

The night dragged on with dinner, then the auction. Jorden had ended up buying a painting worth 5K while Henry's painting sold $4500. The glow about him when everyone had called out numbers while he was sitting there was amazing. My eyes didn't leave him as his cheeks pinked and his lips parted in a smile. He was in his glory and it was amazing to see. He was so proud of himself, and I deeply wanted to share in that pride.

But it all came crashing down as I remembered that I was here with somebody else. He was here with somebody else. And to drown out those thoughts I drank, ordering a glass of champagne here and there before it turned into a bourbon  which turned into a scotch on the rocks. One drink became two, and two became five and before I knew it Jorden and I were leaving shoulder to shoulder laughing and caring on as if it was the last night of our lives. We dived into a cab at the end of the night and sat close together.

The rest of the night was a blur, I woke up with a killer headache, my stomach in a tight knot and in someone else's bed, by the feel of the soft duet that was on top of me it was a hotel room.

I couldn't help but snuggle up with how cozy the covers were. I buried myself deeper beneath the warmth until my leg hit something warm beside me.

Warm, hairy, and long.

My foot pulled away as quickly as it touched the leg and I sat straight up and looked down to whoever was beside me.

There, with his eyes closed, stomach down on the bed with one arm under his head breathing calmy body lacking clothes, on both he and I, was none other than Henry T. Oswald.