Page 108 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

The words I never knew I needed to hear were like angel music to my ears. I felt a tear start to fall down my cheek, and I held Antony even tighter against me. “I stopped talking to you Antony, but I felt like you’d broken my heart. People call me a Heartbreaker, but the truth is I’ve always been the heartbroken one, trying to move on from you and never being able to.”

Antony had the gall to chuckle at my confession before he said, “Good.”

“Good?” I leaned back, watching his red-tinted cheeks and teary eyes. “Getting cocky again, now, are we? You like knowing I was pining for you?”

“I do.” His hand grabbed onto my hair, fingers sliding and scratching my scalp lovingly. “Because I was like that, too. So at least we were two idiots, and not just one.”

Forehead to forehead, we breathed in each other’s air. “Do you forgive me?”

He laughed. “It’s all forgiven, I could never resent you, but…” The smile faded, his expression becoming more serious. “I want to say I’m sorry, too. I kept this thing with your father away from you, and even if I thought there really was no other way to help you…I’m sorry I went behind your back, Henry. I’m really, truly sorry.”

The genuine tone of his words hit something deep inside me. I didn’t resent him for it, not a bit, but the fact that I could see he cared about my feelings? That he really,trulycared?

I’d never felt more loved by anyone in my life. And my love for him threatened to burst out of my chest.

“I forgive you,” I said, staring deeply into his eyes, a smile peeking from my lips. “Thank you for saying it.”

Antony swallowed roughly. “You’re not breaking up with me, then?”

“I didn’tbreak upwith you.”

“So does that mean that we’re still together?” he asked, a sardonic smile coming back to his lips.

My hand made its way to Antony’s neck, caressing it, fingers on his rapid pulse, coming from his wonderful heart. “What I mean is that I want you to be mine. Mine for good, and for everyone to know.”

God, it felt good to say it. To ask him. To be honest and vulnerable and raw in front of the guy that meant the world to me.

Our noses brushed. “Only if you’re mine, too.”

The perfect answer. The healing balm I’ve always needed.

“My broken heart has always been yours,” I told him, because it was true. It was the truest thing I’d ever said.

Our lips were already brushing, magnetized. “Then I guess I should get started mending it.”

Finally joined,finallyexactly where we should be, our kiss sealed our fate. Our promise.

Because never again was I letting go of Antony Andino. Never again would I run from him, because he owned me, every inch of me, and through stubbornness, hard-headedness, andlovewe would make it.

No more broken hearts.

Only dry humor and laughter in our futures.

Only love.

Epilogue

Antony

Life with a Heartbreaker boyfriend wasn’t always easy, but not for the reasons you may think. Being in a relationship with Henry was almost as easy as breathing, especially now that I had his heart in my hands. I held it hostage and wasn’t giving it up anytime soon, and he seemed pretty pleased with the fact, especially when he had mine clutched to him like a pirate would its treasure.

No, being with Henry wasn’t hard.

What was hard was having to stand his Hellhound.

“Look. I get that you’re feeling all happy and lovey-dovey now that you got back together. Iget it,” Maddox said, looking especially surly. “But do you have to make me watch this sceneevery morning?”

‘This scene’ was me, in the frat’s kitchen, trying my best to move around and make breakfast while Henry clung to me, pressed to my back, trailing small soft morning kisses down my neck.

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