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I saw the door close but forced myself to ignore it. Don’t overthink it. I grabbed a beer and found Ryan in the kitchen.
“Sam! Finally drinking?” he grinned, handing me another.
“Yeah, man,” I muttered, taking a sip. We talked—sports, work, whatever—until I finished my drink. Then it hit me. Helen and Jack still hadn’t come back. A knot formed in my stomach. How long had it been? I set my empty bottle down and glanced toward the hallway. I needed to find them.
When I reached the door, I stopped. Helen and Jack were sitting on opposite sides of the room, casually chatting. I could hear bits of their conversation, but they didn’t notice me standing in the doorway. Helen was wearing Jack’s jumper. At least she’s got more clothes on now, I thought, trying to brush off the unease creeping up my spine.
I cleared my throat, stepping into the room. “So, uh, the jumper?”
Helen looked up, her eyes sparkling with that playful glint. “Oh, I was cold, and Jack offered it to me. It’s really cosy,” she said, pulling the sleeves over her hands like she was trying to show off how comfortable she looked.
She leaned back into the chair, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “And it smells really good, too.”
I felt my jaw tighten. She was looking at me, but there was something about the way she said it—like she was playing with me.
“Good to know,” I muttered, trying to keep my voice steady.
Helen stretched her legs out, her smile never fading. “What? Jealous?”
I couldn’t tell if she was being playful or serious, but the question stung more than I expected.
Jack broke the silence, standing up and stretching. “Shall we grab more drinks? I’m out,” he said, glancing between Helen and me.
Without waiting for an answer, he left the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway.
Helen looked over at me, her expression softening for a moment. “What’s up?” she asked, her voice calm but her eyes still a little too bright.
I hesitated, but then asked, “What were you two talking about?”
Helen shrugged, casually pulling the jumper tighter around her. “He was just telling me about his girl.”
I forced a smile, though it didn’t reach my eyes. “Right. His girl.”
I grabbed another drink and made my way back to the kitchen.
The guys were in full swing, laughing and joking, so I slipped into the conversation without missing a beat. A few hours passed, but it felt like time was moving in slow motion.
At one point, Helen pulled me aside. She leaned in close, kissing me quickly, then rubbed Jack’s jumper over my chest as if teasing me. It left me confused, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it.
The party started to thin out as people trickled out, but Helen was still there, still engaged in her conversation.
“Do you want to stay?” she asked when I found her again.
“Yeah, why not?” I replied, though I wasn’t sure what the night would bring.
Jack overheard and grinned. “We should grab more drinks in my room before everyone crashes,” he suggested, motioning toward the people heading to bed.
I nodded, following him as he led the way upstairs.