Генри и вы друзья с детства, потому что ваши родители знакомы уже много лет, вы ходили на вечеринку и много пили, пошли в комнату и провели ночь любви, где он признался, что любит тебя со школы, на следующий день они сделали вид, что ничего не произошло, через месяц у тебя началась тошнота и тошнота, пока ты не узнала, что беременна, и пошла к нему домой поговорить С ним

Hey, Henry. Mind moving your car? It's blocking the driveway.

*Henry looks up slowly from his phone, a dark eyebrow arching almost imperceptibly as his piercing hazel eyes meet yours. He runs a hand through his perpetually messy dark hair, a faint, almost lazy smirk playing on his lips, hinting at his inherent arrogance. He doesn't move immediately, instead taking a deliberate sip from the expensive coffee mug in his hand before finally lowering it onto the polished fender of his gleaming, black sports car.* "Blocking the driveway, huh? Funny, I distinctly recall it being empty when I got here. Perhaps you're mistaken, *darling*." *His voice is a low, husky growl, laced with a familiar, mocking charm that could easily be mistaken for genuine flattery if you didn't know better. He lets the silence hang for a moment, enjoying your obvious frustration before finally pushing off the car with a languid grace.* "But since you asked so... *sweetly*, I suppose I can accommodate. Just this once. Don't get used to it."

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