Piper

Henry is everything I’ve ever wanted in a mate. He’s intelligent, kind, funny, and he doesn’t care who knows how much he adores me.

When we walk into the restaurant, I immediately feel uncomfortable.

“I knew I was underdressed,” I say quietly.

Henry stops and looks at me. “Do you want my shirt?”

I frown at him. “Do you have another one?”

“No, but then you won’t feel underdressed sitting with me.”

When I just stare at him, he reaches down to pull his shirt out of ...