Page 40 of Breaking the Rules
"Oh." My fingers slide over the pages as I flip to 223. It's weird, Hunter being comfortable here. Like he knows the house better than I do.
"You gonna look?"
"Timing is everything." It's a painting I haven't seen before.L'Origine du mondeby Gustave Courbet. A woman, from her breasts to her knees, her legs spread, her cunt on full display.
It's practically pornography.
It's certainly erotica.
Fuck, this is in a museum and it's as erotic as anything in a dirty magazine.
No wonder all the guys at the shop got into art.
I'd be into art too if I was a horny teenage boy.
"How did you know?" I ask.
"Had the same book in high school."
"But Brendon—" Lost all the shit he had in high school after Mom kicked him out. "Never mind. Wait. Why did you have this memorized?"
"I was fourteen at the time."
"The Internet existed."
Hunter's laugh is big. Hearty.
The biggest laugh I've heard from him.
His shoulders relax. His eyes brighten. His fingers dig into his soft cotton t-shirt.
At least, it looks soft.
It looks touchable.
He looks touchable.
I want to run my fingers over the fabric. To press the cotton into his skin. Feel the hard muscles beneath it.
I want to toss that t-shirt aside.
Run my fingers over his chest and stomach.
Soak up his warmth and hardness.
Until he is hard and I'm—
Fuck.
I clear my throat.
Which does nothing to hide my blush.
I…
I can't remember the last time I thought about touching a guy.
Sincethat, I haven't. And now he…
