Page 29 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

“What the fuck was that about?”

Henry.

I sighed, watching him step in front of me.

“Did Maddox just try to come on to you?”

“What? Of course not.”

Henry’s jaw tightened. “I saw what I saw.”

“What you saw was your Hellhound trying to intimidate me.”

Dark eyes searched mine frantically, for the truth or for signs of weakness or hurt—I didn’t know.

“I’ll go talk to him.”

I immediately took hold of his forearm. “No need, I can take care of myself.”

“That’s my best friend, he shouldn’t—”

“He made thebest friendthing perfectly clear, thank you.”

That shut him up.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Henry asked, brows furrowed.

I kicked some grass, suddenly feeling awkward and exposed. “Nothing.” The weight of Henry’s stare felt oppressing on the side of my face, so I added, “He wanted to know what happened between us that made you stop talking to me.”

Henry went still. “And what did you tell him?”

“That he could ask you if he wanted to know.”

I looked up, finally meeting Henry’s eyes as he exhaled heavily through his nose.

“Was I your first kiss?”

I resisted the urge to choke on my own spit. “What? That’s what you have to say?”

“You heard me.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, wondering for a second whether I should just deflect, but there was really no point after that show earlier. “Yes.”

Now it was Henry who looked pained. “Do you—do you regret it?”

Shocked, I asked, “Why would I regret it?” How could I possibly regret one of the most special moments of my life?

I didn’t. Never would. But bitterness started to seep in as I remembered what followed. “I wasn’t the one who stopped talking to me right after, Henry.”

He pinned me with a glare. “I wasn’t the one whopushed me away.”

I had to give it to him. “Yourfatherwas just about to barge in on us. What’s your excuse?”

“My excuse is that it shouldn’t have happened in the first place.”

If Maddox’s words stung, these fucking hurt.

Then why did you kiss me?I wanted to ask.

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