Page 67 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

He was pointing at me, obviously.

“Do I look like I want to explain myself to you?” Henry raised his eyebrows, lookingmoredangerous, if that was even possible. When Keller wisely kept his mouth shut, Henry added, “That’s what I thought. I’m inviting you for the last time to leave our yard, and don’t expect me to be soniceif I have to say it again.”

In his defense, this was the most polite I’d ever seen Henry be, which was impressive. Also hot. Keller sent me one last barely-hidden disdainful look and left the way he’d come.

I could already tell Henry was going to have a lot of questions about him, but I didn’t feel ready to answer them. Even less so now, when my stomach was coiled tight and all I wanted was to pull the Heartbreaker to me and kiss him silly.

Leaving the brush somewhere, I mumbled an excuse and quickly left Henry’s side. I didn’t even know where I was going, but I found an entrance to the kitchen on one side of the house that was already clean and thus mostly empty, so I got inside and prayed for some alone time.

Henry, however, clearly didn’t get the hint that I didn’t want to be disturbed, and as soon as he found me, he put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me into the pantry.

No sooner had the door closed behind him, he started his interrogation. “Who was that guy?”

“No one,” I responded almost immediately.

Which was more suspicious than if I’d just given him the truth.

“He’sclearlysomeone.”

Henry was stepping toward me, making me back up until I hit a shelf. It shook with the impact, the contents threatening to come tumbling down but Henry quickly put a hand up to balance it.

Why was that so hot?

And why did we always end up like this?

It was super fucking unfortunate that we both happened to be shirtless, not to mention a little sweaty. The sheen of perspiration gave Henry’s skin an almost unearthly glow. He was a god walking among mortals, and he was going to make me melt with the heat of his dark stare.

“Just leave it, Henry.”

Eye contact was hard when he was standing so close and staring at me so intensely, so I inevitably tried to look at some indeterminate point behind him. The Heartbreaker, though, was nothing if not an asshole, so he took my chin, forcing my gaze back to his.

“Tell me.”

The quiet, collected tone he used was enough to break me.

“He’s just a guy in my class, okay? No one relevant.”

He was also the biggest threat to me securing my future, not to mention a perpetual reminder of hownot good enoughI was.

Although, honestly, maybe he wasn’t the biggest threat.

That one was probably the Heartbreaker in front of me, because if I knew one thing already, it was that Henry had the power to wreak me.

Searching my eyes, Henry still wasn’t satisfied. The smell ofmancoming off him was so mouthwatering, I was in danger of leaning forward and taking a lick off him.

“So he’s bothering you then? Is that what’s going on?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“I’m making it my business.”

I scoffed. God, I wanted tolaughat just how ridiculous this situation was, and yet my breath was starting to come in short, affected by his nearness.

“You’re sending mixed signals, you know?”

“I think I’m being very direct with what I want.”

“No.” My hand gripped the shelf behind me in an attempt to ground myself. “I mean everything else. You tell me you want to make a deal with me, then ignore me for six months. You go all territorial when a guy tries to kiss me, then refuse to discuss what happened between us the other night. Now you suddenly care whether Keller is giving me problems in class?”

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