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Me being who I was, I simply took this in with curiosity.

The sheer honesty in that sentence was…interesting. It made me see things in a whole new light.

Did Maddox know Adam, straight, had all of these feelings about him?

Probably not.

“Good to know.”

Adam nodded, as if we’d just had a good, deep conversation, and pushed away from the table. “Now that we’ve gotthatout of the way, I wanted to say I’m happy for you.”

That made me freeze. “What for?”

“For you and Antony, of course.” He patted my back with a small genuine grin. “I’m happy that you’re happy, King.”

And with that horrible sentence out between us, Adam left me to stew in the mess of feelings boiling inside me.

I’m so fucked.

Chapter 24

Henry

Mad and Adam’s words haunted me that whole day, hanging over me like whispering ghosts, wanting me to face the tingling feelings inside me, but since I was stubborn as a mule, I fought against it. I ignored their pressure.

And just to make things worse, the next day, after an hour of kissing Antony senseless and making each other see stars, the following words came out of my mouth.

“Want to watch a movie?”

Antony immediately froze. He’d been pulling up his boxers, the late afternoon sun illuminating the outside of my bedroom. Antony’s dark hair was disheveled in the best possible way. He used to wear it shorter, but now it had grown, it looked even better on him after I’d been pulling on it for what felt like hours.

After the smallest hesitation, Antony cleared his throat. “Don’t you have things to do? Parties to attend, or ‘get-togethers’ to show up to?”

He sounded like he thought both were the same thing, but they definitely weren’t.

And even if there was indeed a get-together tonight, I didn’t feel like participating. I didn’t want to be surrounded by people, who were either trying to praise me or flirt with me, when the only warmth I craved was from the guy in front of me.

The sight of his naked chest was still glorious to behold. Antony was quite a private person, and even if he’d apparently had no problems taking off his T-shirt in front of everyone while we had washed the house, any sort of nakedness from him still felt intimate to me.

Intimate in a way that made my heart flutter like there was a caged bird inside my chest.

“I don’t,” I said, trying for a light tone, sitting up on my bed against the headboard, arms resting on the pillows behind me. “But if you don’t want to stay—”

“I do,” he said quickly, as if afraid I’d take back my offer.

Not a chance.

“I don’t have anything to do tonight anyway. Eliot is at his parents’, and Scott is having a romantic dinner date with his boyfriend.”

So he’d been about to spend a Friday night alone in his apartment?

No.

Now he was definitely staying, and I wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Bring my laptop. I’ll order us some pizza,” I said, decision made, and Antony’s responding smile was enough to light up the room and the whole world.

Jesus, get a grip.

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