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So did Amanda.

If them thinking that I was after Antony would keep them from going after him themselves, then let them think it.

I wasn’t going to contradict them.

Antony, though, was again as stiff as a board beside me.

“Go get me a drink.” I handed him the cup I’d stolen from him. “And don’t get anything that isn’t water or soda for yourself.”

“Why?”

“Because there are still several months until January, and you’re not drinking on my watch.”

I was a hypocrite. He was turning twenty-one in January, andI, of all people, should be the last one trying to enforce those types of rules. But I knew that Antony was moral to a fault in many ways, and I selfishly wanted to keep that part of him intact. Not to mention that I couldn’t deal with the thought of Antony being even remotely tipsy at a party—I’d have to shut him inside a room, not letting anyone else see that wonderful rare sight.

You sound insane.

Even then, Antony’s lips quirked up as he stood and went to the kitchen.

I definitely didn’t stare at his ass as he left.

Chapter 8

Antony

Was this one of the most embarrassing moments of my life? Definitely. Top three, for sure. Because here I was, being an idiot and betraying my complete lack of experience to a dozen people while sitting next to the most popular guy in this college.

Why couldn’t I just have lied? Or turned these people down?

I didn’t know and it didn’t matter, because the flush was already rising up my cheeks, the embarrassment burning in my throat.

Henry, though, was quick to react, and in an unexpected turn of events, he swiped in and saved my sorry ass.

It made the burning sensation become a warm pressure in my chest, even if my throat was still feeling tight. Because here he was, owing me nothing and helping me anyways, acting as always like he wanted to be seen as an asshole but really having a heart of gold.

It didn’t take away the fact thathewas the last person I’d wanted to know this. Because Henry Campbell, the Heartbreaker, was always seen with outstanding people. He slept with car racers, models, rock stars, and generally interesting humans, and I was, as proved in front of these people, no more than a loser and a nobody.

I don’t care, I tried to tell myself, because I shouldn’t.

My heart didn’t listen.

“Go get me a drink,” Henry said, giving me his cup.My cup. “And don’t get anything that isn’t water or soda for yourself.”

“Why?”

“Because there are still several months until January, and you’re not drinking on my watch.”

God,whydid he have to do this? And why did it have to affect me like this? His…fussingover me. His remembering details about me, like my birthday. Something no one ever remembered other than my two best friends and my family.

My lips twitched, a smile threatening to take over, but I left before it could. I was getting into quicksand here, and it was getting more and more dangerous the more time I spent next to him.

On my way to the kitchen, a girl that had been in our group tugged at my T-shirt, making me stop. With a wink, she slipped a piece of paper into my hand, closing it over it with her soft fingers.

I looked at it once I reached my destination.Her number.

After putting the paper into my pocket—I wasn’t going to throw it away where she could see it, I wasn’tthatrude—I set myself to get Henry and me some soda. Henry had gulped down the first beer very quickly, even if there had been barely three fingers of it in the cup, and for my own selfish reasons, I didn’t want him to get tipsy or anything while I was around.

I didn’t want to see him flirt with anyone else.

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