Page 50 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

That was it though, wasn’t it?

Even if he thought it wasjust one kiss, it hadn’t been for me. To me, it had been everything.

And I was too scared to get a verbal, resounding confirmation that he didn’t feel that.

So I didn’t know what else he was expecting from me, but he wasn’t going to get it.

“Well, I’m talking now, and I’m telling you, Antony Andino, that if you so much as dare to come here again and break our pact…” My arms went taught as I said this.

I knew I was being a hypocritical asshole even as the words were leaving my mouth.

But the feelings behind the words were there, honest and truthful, just the same.

“You’ll what?” Antony raised his chin in defiance, the corner of his lips rising up. “What will you do, huh?”

My nails bit the wooden door.

I couldn’t say it.

I didn’t know what to say.

Because I wouldn’t do anything to Antony, but I sure as fuck would feel like setting something on fire, getting my fists bloody, and screaming my rage for hours.

He waited for my answer but it didn’t come.

And with that, cocky, angry Antony showed his head.

“Letmetell you what I’ll do.” There were only a few inches between us, but still, Antony managed to make them smaller. To make the air in the room disappear.

“If you try and break our pact again, Henry, if you evenpretendto be flirting with someone again, because God, you’d make a terrible actor, I’m going to fucking leave, and you won’t see me again.”

The way my whole body froze, my stomach filling with dread, was quite telling of how deep in shit I already was.

It took two tries to be able to speak.

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

I never said my brain was working properly.

“Can’t I?” His eyebrows raised in the mostarrogant, edible waypossible. My thoughts were concerning. “Watch me.”

He turned and tried to get the doorknob, but I put my hand on top of his. “Don’t.”

“Why shouldn’t I, Henry?”

“Because I’m asking you not to.” My voice was ragged, raw. He was breaking me open.

Still looking away, he said, “Give me one good reason.”

I turned him around, and his eyes shone with unshed tears. Not able to stop myself anymore, I reached out for him, taking his face in my hands, running my fingers through his hair, thentugging.

“You make me insane,” I said, voice rough. “You’ll make me go mad, Antony.”

Instead of trying to put distance between us, Antony tugged on my shirt, pulling me closer. “Same.”

“You’re the most infuriating guy I’ve ever met.”

“You definitely haven’t met yourself, then.” His words were light but his breathing was shallow.

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