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Henry kissed me again in response.

If this was a dream, foolish and unwise as it may be, I didn’t want to wake up yet.

Chapter 16

Henry

Last night, I kissed Antony Andino.

Worse. Antony Andino kissedme.

And it was probably the best thing that had ever happened to me.

As warm morning light filtered into my room, birds sang and feet shuffled somewhere in the floor beneath mine, I started to come awake, memories from last night becoming alive in my mind.

It was like a fever dream. I had flashes of images, of Antony’s blown pupils, his gorgeous, parted lips, the way his sounds made me light up from the inside out, and the way he trembled as he came into my hand and onto my shirt.

All of it would be burnt into my brain until the end of my days, I just knew it.

Groaning, I turned to the side as I became aware of my morning wood.God, I wanted to take it in hand and just give in to reliving last night like it had been a fantasy.

Imagining that instead of fucking his hand, I’d been fucking Antony’s plump mouth. Or that he’d been writhing under me, lost to desire, the way I’d imagined too many times to count.

Fuck.

It felt surreal. Like all the memories would disappear like smoke at any point, or someone would barge into my room and tell me it had all been a dream.

But it hadn’t been.

And as…unwiseas it might have been, I didn’t want it to be.

Things hadn’t changed. There was no world in which Antony and I would ever be athing.

It had just been one time. A moment of weakness. Nothing different from every other time I’d hooked up with someone.

One and done, like with everyone else.

There was nothing to worry about.

Fisting the sheets, I pushed them away and forced myself to get out of bed.

There was no point in obsessing over what would never be.

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Down the stairs, the murmurs and laughs of early risers became louder. I made my way to the kitchen among pats on the back and ‘good mornings’, all the while crossing my fingers that the one person I wanted to avoid wouldn’t be here, but of course, as soon as I stepped into it I saw that the universe had decided to spit on my face on this fine day.

Two guys had just finished with their breakfast, walking around me with easy smiles as they left the room and left me with the hungry wolf.

Or the Hellhound, as Antony had called him.

To be honest, it did fit my best friend to a T.

He was just there, sitting at the kitchen table, his presence darkening the room, icy eyes drilling holes into my skull.

“Mad,” I said, trying for nonchalance. I went to make myself a coffee.

Don’t show weakness, I told myself.

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