Page 202 of Breaking the Rules
A lot.
He's fresh out of rehab.
His friends are still partying or unwilling to talk to him.
He doesn't have anyone.
"With my friends—" all right, I spend ninety-five percent of my time with Kaylee, but still—"we mostly eat chocolate and talk about hot guys."
"Chocolate, huh?"
"Dark chocolate. Eight-five percent or bust."
"And the pancakes?"
"There's no sugar in pancakes."
He chuckles.
"What?"
"Didn't say anything."
"Is it too many carbs?"
His laugh bounces around the room. "I prefer eating food for dinner."
"Aren't you fancy?"
"Yeah." He picks up his mug. Takes a long sip of his coffee. Let's out a moan of pure satisfaction.
It's so…
Mmm.
My cheeks flush.
My sex clenches.
It's the first time I've heard a guy moan without goingthere.
It's the first time I've wanted it.
Fuck, I want it so badly.
"I like chocolate," he says.
"And hot guys?"
"Can you do better than Matt Murdoch?"
"Hot guys does not mean comic book stuff."
"Is he hot or not?"
"Not the point."
"But is he?"
