Page 111 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

He.Winked.

He was out of the kitchen in less than a minute, and not long after that, Maddox finished scarfing down his breakfast, leaving Henry and me alone.

That…had been quite the exchange.

“Are you sure Adam is straight?” I asked, because—Well. There could be one very simple reason why these two were always at each other’s throats.

Henry nodded. “As an arrow.”

I huffed.

Debatable.

I didn’t linger on it, though, since it was none of my business, and instead focused on the Heartbreaker beside me. His long hair shone, smooth and silky, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to run my fingers through it.

“Did the waffles cheer you up?”

Henry grinned, taking hold of my jaw and planting a syrupy kiss on my lips. “My compliments to the chef.”

Tugging on his hair, I deepened the kiss, and before I knew it, I was halfway up his lap on his chair.

Voice rough, Henry asked, “Can I see you when I’m done?”

It was almost cute that he asked.

Like he could barely believe this was real. Like he was as desperate as me for this to be true.

Grinding my ass subtly against his half-hard length, I said, “I’ll be hanging out with my friends during your interview, and by the time I’m done, I’ll be all yours.”

Henry groaned at the way I punctuated the ‘yours’with my ass, then bit my neck softly in retaliation, sending shivers down my spine.

“If this goes well, I might have to give Professor Larsson a bottle of wine or something.”

The Professor had apparently been Henry’s unofficial therapist as well as his advisor during this whole process. He’d been my secret sidekick in all this even if I hadn’t been aware of it, and from what Henry had told me, I could tell he trusted him a lot.

“He’s quite the man, isn’t he?” I asked, scratching Henry’s scalp. “Will you introduce me?”

“To the man you calledProfessor Sexy?I think not.”

My chuckle was full of disbelief. “Everyonecalls him that, not just me.”

“Still a no.”

Henry had his head fitted right on the crook of my neck, like a petulant cat that was annoyed but still wanted scratches. My heart threatened to burst with my fondness for him, with mylove.

Suddenly I felt the urge to reassure him, so I tugged his head back until he could look at me.

“You know you don’t have to worry about these things, right? Not about the Professor, about Oliver, or about anyone.”

“Don’t I?” His tone was light but there was a hint of uncertainty there that I knew I was going to squash to death.

“Youdon’t.” My hand tightened on his nape and with my other one I reached out to his jaw. “No one else is even in the room when you’re there, Henry. Not for me.”

For the first time, I was grateful for my too-expressive face. I let him see every feeling on it: all the longing, the yearning, theloveI felt for him.

I had only ever had eyes for him.

And from the way he looked at me, eyes reddening slightly, I thought he saw it.

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