Page 352 of Breaking the Rules
Fuck, the disappointment is worse.
"Brendon—" I try to reach for an explanation, but there's nothing I can say. I've been lying to the guy for weeks. I've had time. I've had chances. I've had nothing but bullshit excuses.
"Don't." He turns and slams the door shut behind him.
Emma's eyes turn down. Her lips curl into a frown. Her fingers skim my chest. "You don't have to go."
"Em—"
"Please."
She sees it in my eyes.
How much this changes everything.
It shouldn't.
But it does.
It's so fucking clear from the way he looked at me.
I'm still a piece of shit.
I'm fucking up her family. Her job. Her friends.
She presses her lips to mine. It's short. Fast. Needy.
I want to stay.
To give her every ounce of my affection.
But I can't.
Not right now.
I shift off the bed and into my clothes.
"Hunter, please."
"I'll see you soon."
"When?"
"A couple days." I grab my wallet. My cell. My watch.
"But—"
"We need to let this blow over."
She shakes her head. "He needs to get over himself."
"Maybe. But he's the only brother you're ever going to have."
"Fuck him."
"Em—"
"Don't say it like that."
