Page 104 of Breaking the Rules
Chapter Seventeen
Emma
My purse vibrates against my lap.
It's almost enjoyable.
Hell, if I were alone on the couch, my eyelids pressed together, my thoughts on stripping Hunter out of that suit—
I can work with that.
I mean, I don't exactly need my cell's buzz. I have a vibrator.
Brendon made this huge, awkward thing about letting me pick out one when I was fifteen.
God, it was weird.
It completely killed the thrill of masturbation for a while.
And, well, killing a fifteen-year-old girl's desire to masturbate is quite an accomplishment.
A nineteen year old's…
I haven't.
Since that night.
It's school. Work. Stress.
All those extra shifts I picked up at the department store over the summer.
It's not like I was working myself to the bone so I wouldn't have free space in my brain.
It's not about him.
And it's not like the tension in my chest is about him either.
It's just…
It's been a while since I've been alone with a guy.
My purse buzzes again.
Collin looks to me curiously. "You gonna check that?"
"It's just Hunter."
"Oh." His eyes narrow. His brows furrow. His fingers curl into the steering wheel.
"He's so annoying. As bad as my brother."
"You two seemed pretty friendly."
"That's the only way to keep him off my back."
"Yeah."
"Trust me. It is." I guess, this time, I'm the one responsible for Collin's insecurity. It's obvious I'm into Hunter. That I want to drag him back to my room, unbutton his slacks, and wrap my hand around him.
