Page 105 of Breaking the Rules

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Fuck, I want to touch him.

To taste him.

To lose myself in fucking him.

I want to be able to do that.

To feel normal.

Maybe it's not possible.

But actually wanting him without Vinnie creeping into the picture—

That's progress.

Even if I'm soothed rather than annoyed by his check-in texts.

Even if I'm comforted by knowing he's waiting to swoop in.

I'm a fucking damsel in distress.

How the hell do women deal with this all the time?

I spent the vast majority of my life sure I could take care of myself. Desperate to prove I could take care of myself.

And I could.

Until I couldn't.

Hunter: I can play bad cop if you need an out.

Emma: Why would I need that?

Hunter: Why did you stare at me like you wanted me to say no?

Because I'm not sure I can handle this.

Because I haven't been alone with a guy in three months.

Because I don't remember how to enjoy parties.

There are too many reasons.

Emma: You really think I need your permission to go to a party?

Hunter: You asked for it.

Emma: So your date would buy your 'Emma is like a sister story.'

Hunter: What story?

Emma: You get hard thinking about your sister?

Hunter: Don't have a sister.

Emma: You aren't denying it.

Hunter: A pretty girl was staring at my cock. It was involuntary.

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