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“I was just testing the waters, okay? Seeing if he was interested, just as always.” He turned his eyes toward me, expecting me to defend him.

“Testing the waters?” Henry’s chuckle was the most threatening thing I’d ever heard, and it sent an unexpected wave of heat down south. “Did you suddenly go deaf the other night when I announced that if anyone dared to make a move on Antony, they’d be dead meat?”

What?

When had that happened?

“I…” Kevin trailed off, looking caught. “I thought you were already done with him, so it didn’t count.”

Fuck.

A blush was now rising up my neck, but thankfully none of them paid attention to me.

“You have two seconds to get out of this house or I’ll put your ass out kicking and screaming.”

“But—”

I almost felt the impact of Henry’s glare, and Kevin was smart enough not to fight. I was suddenly aware of the people currently watching our scene, frat guys with quietly threatening expressions that looked ready to jump into action with one word from their King.

Trailed by some of them, Kevin left, which made it so the entirety of Henry’s attention was now onme.

With one step, he stood an inch away from me when he whispered, “Up the stairs.Now.”

His voice left no room for disobedience. I was tempted to ask him ‘Or what?’, but I decided against it since this was what I’d come for.

I just hoped I hadn’t bitten more than I could chew.

Chapter 14

Henry

I’d been successfully avoiding Antony for days. I’d even managed to stop myself from going to the library, rein my little obsession in, but all of that had been of little use. Even if I knew that this had to stop, that we were getting into dangerous waters, that Antony was getting, once again, way too close to my vulnerable center, trying not to think about him was like trying to catch smoke between your hands.

Frustrating and futile.

It had been hard when we hadn’t been speaking for a long time, but now it was ten times so. It wasimpossible, especially when all I wanted was to take his face between my hands and devour his mouth. Pull his hair and push myself against his body, feel every inch of him until he smelled of me, like some sort of caveman. It didn’t help when Antony looked like he wouldn’t deny me, like he’d welcome my advance and let me have my fill.

But I’d been there once before already, and I wasn’t going there ever again.

Or at least that was what I’d been telling myself.

Then he had to show up at my party.

Uninvited.

Could I not escape him anywhere? He was like a plague. A pest. I was the stupid guy obsessed with him.

I was also the one who’d been trying to get over him by trying to make him think I had broken our pact without having to actually do it. A less than brilliant idea on my part.

My plan had been to just sit here with someone, anyone, then have someone start a rumor that I’d been seen with someone else. It would have hopefully reached Antony, who would have thought I had moved on, that I was totally fine, that I was a complete piece of shit, and thus be done with whatever had been going on between us for the past few days.

It was a stupid plan. A horrible one, too. God knew that the last thing I wanted to do was touch anyone that wasn’t Antony with a ten-foot pole, but sometimes, I hated myself a little too much. I’d wanted to send a message to Antony, yes, but more than that, I’d wanted to torture myself. Ruin our…connection before life ruined it for us.

Self-destructive was probably on my list of qualities.

What I definitelyhadn’twanted was for Antony to see how miserable I was while doing all of it. I selfishly hadn’t wanted to see the hurt in his eyes.

But, surprising me as always, he’d looked angry and determined instead of sad and resigned.

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