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“You’re coming to my place later this afternoon,” Henry told me, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Am I?”

“Unless you have a date with your books?” He turned sideways on his chair to face me fully. “I get it if you have midterms or essays coming now—”

“It’s fine. I can come.”

I did have essays and Ididhave midterms. But who cared?

Henry exhaled, watching me. “Good.”

I nodded, and before Henry got up, he planted a kiss on my lips. It shocked and delighted me both, and the Heartbreaker King left all of my friends open-mouthed and wide-eyed, along with a trail of fruity smell in the air.

I was going to tell him.

Because this feeling in my chest…It wasn’t going to go away.

Not after three months.

Maybe not ever.

Chapter 29

Henry

That afternoon, we walked together to my frat. Our hands brushed several times on our way there, and I had to wrench away from the metaphorical wheel the part of me that wanted to just take Antony’s hand and hold it andact like we were boyfriends,because this was going way too far. It was getting out of hand.

And the more it went on, the more I realized there was no way to stop it. There was no quieting the growing feeling in my chest, the longing to just have Antony with me all day, to know he wasreallymine. But even if I couldn’t quiet it, I could ignore it. Just for a while longer.

I just wanted to pretend that this was okay to want.

Once in the frat, Antony and I did the laundry together, even though it should have technically only been him who did it, according to our ‘deal’, but who the fuck cared anymore? It was just another way to acknowledge that this was bullshit. An excuse to be together. To talk and listen to Antony ramble about his classes and ramble to him in return. About the affairs in the frat house, about Maddox being Maddox, about the upcoming movie we both wanted to watch.

It was the most domestic scene ever. And as much as I wished I could hate it or be bored by it or at least be indifferent toward it, this domesticity I also began to crave.

It was bad.

We got things set up and there was nothing to do but wait. Going upstairs, I followed Antony into my room and my skin felt almost too tight for my body. There was this feeling of inevitability in the air that threatened to slap me in the face, and I was getting ready for the impact. Praying to any god who would listen to just wait a little longer. To just let me cover my eyes and ears for a few more days.

“I need to talk to you,” Antony said, as if he’d been hearing my own thoughts.

“You’re already talking to me,” I said, closing the door and locking it. I didn’t need some nosy guy coming up here and seeing Antony all vulnerable and gorgeous and bare.

It was a sight meant for my eyes only.

At least for now.

“It’s about the reason why I…demanded you claim the deal.”

Antony’s green eyes were piercing as he set them in my direction. He stood, a little stiff, clearly nervous, and I just couldn’t have it.

“Can’t it wait?” I walked up to him, pulling him closer to me by the hips and starting to trail soft kisses down his neck the way he loved. “I have more interesting things in mind.”

“I…” Antony trailed off, breath hitching as I sucked on the sensitive flesh. “I don’t know. Don’t you want to hear it?”

It was a valid, very appropriate question. Because me being me, and me beingobsessedwith knowing things about Antony, I usually wanted every crumb of knowledge he wanted to offer.

But this, I didn’t want to know yet.

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