Page 210 of Breaking the Rules
"Probably."
"More into chocolate oatmeal for breakfast."
He does laugh. "Of course."
"It's perfect. The fruit is sweet. The cocoa powder is bitter. It's chocolate nirvana."
"That's a lot to live up to."
"Should probably just give up."
He nods.
"So… was there anything notable about your self-love?"
"Self-love." He half-smiles. "That's a sweet way of putting it."
I nod.
"More like self-abuse sometimes."
"Go on."
He shakes his head. "Pretty sure friends don't discuss this."
"Pretty sure they do. At least our mutual friends."
He laughstrue enough. "Hate to break it to you, Em, but I'm a gentleman. Not gonna discuss how often or hard I come."
My blush spreads to my chest. "Then you won't hear about my—"
"For the best."
Okay. I need to pull back. He has to come to this conclusion himself. "What else did Brendon say?"
"Something about how much he loves tying up his girlfriend."
Ugh. I stick my tongue out.
Hunter's laugh gets lower. Heartier. "Fuck, your face."
Yes, please, do."He didn't."
"No. He didn't. But for someone so—"
"Watch it."
"Open." He laughs over his euphemism. "You really hate hearing about your brother's sex life."
"And I suppose you're just begging for details?"
"Never have to beg." He grabs a pan, sets it on the stove, turns the burner on. "Wes is always offering."
"Of course he is."
"Chase is more quiet. Now Griffin—he's got a gift."
"Oh yeah?" I motiongo on. I want to hear one of Griffin's dirty stories. I want those words on Hunter's lips. If he connects us with sex—that has to help.
