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Nothing else in the world mattered right now.

Only the guy in front of me.

He kept counting as we stared at each other, waiting for someone to break, and when he reachedone, he grabbed the door-knob and I immediately stopped him, his back to my chest.

Was I insane to consider this? Definitely.

But no other option was acceptable. Not for me.

“Fine. I’ll claim it. But when I said annoying I meantyou’ll-curse-me-for-the-rest-of-your-life, type of annoying. Get it?”

Antony turned, his warm T-shirt rubbing against my bare chest as he faced me again. “Good. I expected nothing less from you.”

The small grin on his face made a curl of heat go through me.

“Don’t look so triumphant, Andino. This isn’t you winning.”

He ignored that. “When should we start?”

“Today, seven PM. Being late will bring consequences.”

“My favorite,” he said drily, making me want to justshake him, and added, “Should I come in my birthday suit, or are valets exempt from the house rules?”

I stared at him. Now I wanted to punch something.

“That dirty mouth of yours will get you in trouble one day.”

“It hasn’t yet.”

“I can’t imagine why.”

I didn’t stop him when he went to open the door now, but with a glint in his eyes, he said, “Ask yourself, then. I save it all just for you.”

Then he left.

Maddox was outside the bathroom as I contemplated my existence, looking tense and glaring.

“Are you going to tell me what happened or not?”

“Not.”

I’m taking it to my grave.

Because if of one thing I was sure, it was that Antony Andino would be the death of me.

Chapter 5

Henry

Some hours later, in between classes, I made my way across campus to the meeting point with one of my informants. It had been a while since we’d seen each other, since we were at the beginning of the semester, but I had a feeling that after this morning’s interaction with Antony, I’d come to him more and more often now.

I reached the building and leaned back against the wall, putting my dirty shoe against it because I was clearly a savage without manners, and set myself to wait. Watching people pass, every other person eyeing me and wondering whether to say hi or if they should take heed of my no-nonsense expression, I tried to calm the buzzing under my skin.

This was Antony’s doing.

One interaction and I wanted to pull my hair out. How had this ever seemed like a good idea?

The sight of my informant distracted me, and I took hold of the back of his T-shirt before he left to God-knew-where.

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