Page 13 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

Antony raised his eyebrows at me. “This isn’t private.”

“Andino—” I started saying but didn’t get to finish.

Antony took hold of my extended wrist, came into the house, and dragged me with strong, self-assured steps into the downstairs bathroom, ushering me inside and closing the door behind us.

“Now,we’re alone.”

My nostrils flared as I became all too aware of the small space between us—how small the room was to begin with.

People often ended up making out or getting at least to second base in here during our parties, and the sudden thought made me blurt out, “Do you often drag people into their own bathrooms? This is home invasion. ”

A dark eyebrow shot up. “I was technically let in, but don’t worry, you’re safe with me. As soon as we’re done I’ll let you go back to canoodling with your half-naked friends.”

Was that a hint of jealousy in his tone?

No. I must have been imagining it.

Antony was getting too cocky for my liking and my sanity, though, so I walked up to him until his back hit the door. “Maybe it’smeyou should be worried about.”

His green eyes didn’t even flare with apprehension. “I’m not scared of you, Henry.”

I couldn’t help but put both my arms on each side of him, making a point. “Maybe you should be.”

A part of me wanted to scare him. Show Antony I was every bit the asshole everyone knew me to be, that I didn’t feelanythingfor him.

But they were both lies. Or at least the second one.

Because I was the idiot who would give anything, including a kidney and a toe, for Antony Andino to look at me with half the longing I felt for him.

“You dragged me in here for a reason. State your case,” I said, trying to keep my voice as neutral and dismissive as possible.

“We made a deal.”

“So?”

Antony’s eyes flared. “I haven’t seen you in six months.”

Six months and six days.

Not that I was counting.

I shrugged, though it was a bit awkward in my current position. “Been busy. Going to parties, vacations, breaking hearts…You know how it is.”

“Yeah, I definitely have experience with all three of those.”

God, his fucking dry humor. It seeped through my veins and made my chest burn with nostalgia.

I wanted to say heat leasthad experience with the last one, but I refrained from it.

“What about the deal?” I forced out, because I needed this to be over as soon as possible.

His jaw ticked.“You didn’t call me.”

“I never call you.”

“You did once.”

My hands tightened against the wood. “I meant I don’t make it a habit to call you—”

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