Page 3 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

Me, and the Heartbreaker on the other side of the line.

My heartbeat was loud in my ears as I asked, “Who is this?”

Really, Antony?

I was lame. The lamest of the lame.

I wanted to find a ditch and hide inside it.

Henry was silent on the other end of the line for a long beat, but before my heart burst out of my chest from the panic, the Heartbreaker spoke again.

“If you want to save your best friend’s boyfriend, you’ll meet me outside in two minutes. Don’t be late.”

The line went dead.

What?

I stared at my phone in confusion, hoping it would give me answers—but obviously, it didn’t have any.

My best friend’s boyfriend…?

“Ant, is something wrong?”

I slowly came back to the present moment to the sight of Eliot staring worriedly at me, dark brows furrowed. “What’s that look for? Did something happen?”

Thank God he didn’t see the name on it.

I didn’t have time to think. No time to waste.

“No, I— It’s all good. I think I’ll go out for a bit.”

Telling him about Henry was out of the question. He knew that we’d been friends, but I’d never told him, or anyone, why things ended. He and Scott were already getting suspicious about it, given the tension between us every time we somehow crossed paths, and it was a matter of time before they asked, which I couldn’t handle right now.

Eliot squinted at me, blue eyes prying for information I wasn’t willing to reveal just yet, but he let me be.

“Don’t be too long, or you’ll miss Travis’ triumphant match.” Travis was Scott’s boyfriend.

Who I was pretty sure was the subject of Henry’s call.

Fuck.

Not wasting any more time, I made my way through the crowd as quickly as I could. The chatter merged into an unintelligible buzz as my mind worked, and it didn’t abate even when I managed to step outside.

Several people were around, but none of them were Henry. I walked around the building, thinking I might have gone out through the wrong exit. What if he couldn’t see me? What if he’d left?

My heart was thudding in my chest, nervous with anticipation, when out of nowhere, a hand pulled me and shoved me against a wall.

It didn’t hurt. The shock had probably been his point, not to mention the privacy this shaded side of the building provided, shielding us from prying eyes, but none of that mattered because it wasHenryin front of me.

My Henry.

It had been a very long time since I’d stood this close to him, his strong body only inches away from me. He’d been in my head for so long, it now felt like a fever dream to have the real thing here. Flesh and bone. Muscle and man.

Dark brown eyes staring me down.

My throat threatened to close up with emotion, but I tried my best to swallow it down.

“You came,” he said.

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