Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 213. First lesson

Henry’s POV

"Vice Chief... Vice Chief... Vice Chief..." I mumbled in joy, watching Kenny smile faintly as I repeated it over and over while he was seemingly engrossed in reading the text on the paper he held.

I inched closer to him, not letting go, and without him noticing, I returned to my position, resting my chin on his shoulder and hugging his arm.

Again, I wasn’t pushed back.

Similar to how Kenny now always grabbed my wrist when I hugged his neck, as if he wanted to hold on to the proximity, he allowed me as much physical contact as I wanted this time as well.

When I cheered him up and sucked on his fingers, it was still too close for him, or too explicit to accept.

So, how far could I go?

What lay between hugs and taking him into my mouth?

I really wanted to know.

In the future, would I really be his second in command?

Would I really be by his side forever?

Again, I traced the ink on his skin absentmindedly, noting that he hadn’t spoken again, only staring at the text without reading it.

I didn’t want to interrupt the conscious silence between us; I suddenly wanted him to be aware of my presence, my smell, my warmth, and my touch.

Just like I was, just like I had been.

I hadn’t taken a closer look at his tattoos while showering him because I was distracted by other things, but mostly because I wanted him to keep his promise of showing them to me himself. Now that I had his left arm to myself, I once again marveled at his talent for drawing.

I would love to have him draw my portrait, to look at the self that I had no knowledge of—to look at myself through Kenny’s eyes.

"Do you think they will come back for us? Or have they thrown the key away?" He joked, interrupting what I wanted him to be aware of.

"I wouldn’t mind..." I mumbled, interlocking my fingers with his while closing my eyes.

With my chin placed on his shoulder and my head in the curve of his neck, I could feel his jaw clench, but he still allowed the contact, though without responding, and he also made no jokes about me saying corny things either.

I breathed in Kenny’s scent and felt so relaxed that I could doze away instantly, yet at the same time, I was giddy enough to break into laughter.

If there were no one interrupting us, no schedules, and if we could stay together, I wouldn’t mind being locked up with him forever.

Maybe I shouldn’t have finished that thought, because when I did, the door opened loudly, and Kenny pulled his hand out of my grasp while I had to regretfully back away from him.

This Dr. Thompson from before entered and took a long look at us, holding two papers in his hand.

"I have your schedules here. You will have to start immediately."

The two male nurses came in again, and I stood up to take my schedule and to give Kenny his after I checked them and found that they were the same—though there were only room numbers and names on them, no description or even abbreviations telling what each lesson would exactly contain.

"You have your schedules also saved on these." He pulled two smartwatches out and gave me one, the other to Kenny.

I put it on my right wrist; the other had our matching BFF bracelets with the tracker, and now we each had three devices, including the ankle monitor, that were tracking us. I chuckled—what a world we lived in.

"Now, please, you are already too late for the next lesson." Dr. Thompson gestured to the door, and the two nurses looked unhappy.

I put my arm around Kenny’s neck and felt with satisfaction the warmth of him enclosing my wrist together with the bracelet.

"Let’s go." I genuinely smiled at the two nurses, who escorted us away from the doctor, up to the fifth floor, to the other side of the building.

We stopped in front of a big white door, and I prepared myself to fight whatever we would encounter inside when we were met with a large room, floor-to-ceiling windows that revealed a breathtaking view of the landscape surrounding this center, as well as a few mountains in the distance.

Yet what was most eye-catching were the mats on the floor and the young men and women who practiced... yoga?

I looked at Kenny, and he looked just as incredulously back at me; we both surely thought there was something more wicked going on, or at least not something so normal.

Many turned around and looked at us, and I recognized quite a few. To my annoyance, Chelsea was among them, shrieking with joy in surprise when she saw us—when she saw Kenny.

I looked at Kenny and saw him smile lightly at her and the others, not particularly happy to see them but more lukewarm.

Though I am not a fan of the new indifference he displayed, I can’t deny that I felt a rush of happiness from it now.

The yoga instructor cleared her throat, and the students turned back to continue with what they were doing, though most of them glanced back again.

The teacher pointed sternly to the right, where there was a door labeled ’Changing Room—Men.’

The door for the girls was on the left wall. The nurses turned to go and left us with the yoga group.

The group continued with the exercises and made another pose, collectively sticking their behinds out, with Kenny looking at them, still in bewilderment.

I frowned and steered him to the changing room, where large wooden shelves stood with clothes organized by size, the rest of them empty for the clothes one would change out of.

After grabbing a shirt and pants in my size, I joined Kenny, who looked for clothes his size, to change them together.

"Didn’t expect that..." He said while taking off his shirt, referring to the nature of our first lesson.

I watched him. The stab wounds really weren’t visible anymore, either due to the tattoos or because Kenny hoped for his tattoos to cover them, and with his leveled-up body obliging that wish, allowing them to heal. Or perhaps it was because of the giant’s blood.

Part of his tattoo was near his nipple, so the two female tattoo artists must have touched him all over... How infuriating.

I pulled my shirt over my head and only then remembered, but it was too late.

Kenny, with his new shirt already on, widened his eyes as he looked in shock at the bite scars all over my chest and stomach.