Page 367 of Breaking the Rules
"Well, if you really want those details."
"I don't."
"It would distract you."
"Yeah. It would." I let the chocolate melt on my tongue. "But this is good too."
* * *
After two more movies,Kaylee goes to sleep.
I stay up. Pore over the design Hunter drew on my desk.
My fingers trace the lines again and again.
Until my fingers are numb and my eyelids are heavy.
Somehow, I crawl into bed. Shut my eyes. Find sleep.
I dream about Hunter and apologies and a big, beautiful world where I can trust someone with my heart.
I wake to a heavy guitar riff.
It's still comforting.
It's still my favorite song.
And that—the smell of coffee.
And—shit—is something burning?
I jump out of bed. Into the main room.
Hunter is in the kitchen, flipping a pancake. Though that's putting it charitably. That thing is a charred mess.
He shoots me an apologetic look. "This is outside my skill set."
"Turn the burner down."
He does.
"Everything on a plate."
He stacks the charred, pancake-like discs of flour, eggs, and canola oil on a plate.
"Give me five minutes."
He nods.
"Don't burn the place down."
"I'll try."
"You'll do."
He chuckles.
"What?"
