Page 106 of Breaking the Rules

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Emma: And earlier tonight?

Hunter: What about it?

I mean. I'm not sure he was hard. But the way he was holding my coat, blushing, staring—

God, I want that.

I want to make him hard.

Tofeelhow much he wants me.

I haven't wanted that in a long fucking time.

Emma: You were staring at my tits.

Hunter: Isn't that the point of your dress?

Yeah. It's for me. Because it makes me feel good. Because it makes me feel sexy. Because I need to believe I'm in control of that.

But…

Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want Hunter staring at my chest.

Emma: Not for your sake.

Hunter: I'm a man. I like tits. It's not personal.

Emma: You weren't looking at Alice's.

Hunter: I was. You just didn't notice.

"Em?" Collin mutters a curse as he slams on the brakes. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah. He just wants to make sure there won't be any drugs at the party. You know what parents are like."

"Parents?"

"My brother is my legal guardian. My parents died when I was a kid."

"Oh, fuck."

"They were in a car accident."

"Shit." He turns to me with an apologetic frown. The stoplight casts a red glow over his light skin.

It should be beautiful.

But it's not.

"I'm so sorry, Em." He reaches out to place his palm on the back of my hand. "That sucks."

"Yeah." I pull my hand to my lap. I appreciate the thought, but I don't need empty platitudes."

Are you okay?" he asks.

"It was a long time ago."

"Still. You must miss them."

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