Page 74 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

“You’re mine for three months, Heartbreaker,” I said, feeling unexpectedly bold. “And I plan to make good use of the privilege.”

Henry’s deep dark brown eyes stared at me with what looked like shock for a moment before I kissed him again.

Just one more for today.

Then I’d go.

It was more than just one.

* * *

It was hard to keep our hands off each other after that. A dam had broken, one full of years of pent-up desire and longing, and every unnecessary moment away from Henry hurt. I wanted to be as close to him as I physically could, and it was clear from how he kept clutching me to himself that he felt something similar. Getting each other off was our new favorite pastime, but more than the physical closeness, I couldn’t get enough of the intimacy.

ThisI had been starved of. We’d had something close to it when we were still friends, but nothing like it was now. I lived for every moment laying on Henry’s bed, quietly whispering to each other, every sarcastic remark that Henry had to make and every longing look he sent me. It didn’t help that I felt like a flower seeing the sun every time he softly praised me, which embarrassed and pleased me both. It was his genuine tone and steady eyes that made me feel like I was about to melt. This emotional closeness was my drug, even more so than the physical one, and for now, I shut down every thought that told me not to get so attached because it would hurt more after.

I didn’t care.

I was feeling reckless. If this was all I’d ever get, I’d take it with open arms.

This development affected my mood, which made it apparent that something was going on to everyone that knew me. Oliver narrowed his eyes at me with secretive smiles, clearly suspecting something was going on. And my best friends?

Well, those knew me better than I knew myself, and because of that, they knew that sometimes, being indirect and torturing me with small nudges so I would confess the truth was more useful than outright asking.

So that was what they did.

“Scott, do you think there’s something in the air? Something sweet, like an aphrodisiac,” Eliot asked, like the worst actor in the world.

We were in our living room, bellies full from dinner, watching a sitcom to wind down before we went to sleep.

“Maybe.” Scott’s blue eyes were visibly amused. None of them looked at me, though, both leaning back on the sofa, legs stretched on our tiny coffee table, and pretending like I wasn’t right in the middle of them. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. There has been this very strange thing on Antony’s face lately. This…smile. Like he has a big fucking secret he’s not sharing with his best friends and I, for one, won’t be feeling patient for much longer.”

Okay. Theirindirectnesswas rather direct.

I rolled my eyes as Eliot played with one of his dark curls falling in front of his eyes.

“Yes, it might be something in the air…Which suspiciously smells like Henry’s hair shampoo, I think…” Scott trailed off, trying his best to act indifferent until the moment he leaned into me, putting his nose on my shoulder and giving me a good sniff.

Eliot copied him a second after.

“Hey,” I called out, but still they pretended I wasn’t there.

“Definitely Henry’s. It’s expensive and conceited. A Heartbreaker’s scent,” Eliot confirmed.

“Okay. I’m here, you can stop ignoring me.”

“Ignoringyou?” Eliot turned to me with an indignant look. “I think it’syouwho’s ignoring your best friend contract, not us.”

“I signed no such thing.”

“You did. Not my fault you don’t remember.” Pointing at his temple, he said, “It’s all here. Should I read it to you?”

“Please, do tell what it says,” said Scott, enjoying my demise way too much.

“Spare us. Fine. Just ask what you want to know.”

“Are you and Henry together?” Scott asked at the same time as Eliot said “Are you two fucking?”

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