Page 192 of Breaking the Rules
Emma saves me from figuring out my shit. "I'm sorry I stormed off. I just… I don't know. I guess I don't really have a leg to stand on. I was trying to make you jealous."
"You were?"
She nods.
"Why?"
"You know why."
Yeah, but I want to hear those words again.
I want them on her lips.
It fills me someplace that's been empty for too fucking long.
"It felt good, getting a reaction. I know I'm not supposed to say that. But it did." She sinks her fingers into her crimson comforter. "Sometimes… it seems like you don't care. I hate you for that."
"I do care."
"No, Hunter, you don't get it. I never trust someone like this. It means a lot."
"I know."
She shakes her head. "You don't know. You don't know me."
"I want to."
"No." Her fingers dig into the crimson comforter. "You don't get to say that. You don't get to say shit likeI want to know youthen turn around and say this can't happen."
There's the line.
I need to be all in or all out.
Her everything or her nothing.
Fuck, that isn't good for me.
But it's fair.
If that's what she wants, it's what she wants.
Her eyes turn down. "I hate that you won't choose me."
Right now, she looks tiny and vulnerable.
She's not.
She's thin, yeah, but she's nearly as tall as I am.
She's at least as tough as I am.
Tougher.
She's strong enough to let her guard down.
Whereas I…
Fuck.
