Page 109 of Breaking the Rules

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Collin motions to a muscular Asian guy sitting on the couch between two women in fuck me heels. "Hey Steve."

Steve nods.

"This is Emma."

"The hottie." He nods a hello. "I can see why he's always talking about you."

The compliment should make me blush, but it doesn't. Still, I play my part. "You're just saying that."

"Maybe." He laughs. "I say a lot of shit." He and Collin exchange a look, then he turns back to me. "Glad you joined us, Emma. We were just getting ready to play seven minutes in heaven."

Seriously? We're not fourteen. No self-respecting college student needs an excuse to head upstairs with a partner.

Collin laughs. "Not sure she's impressed."

"We're a little old for that," I say.

"How about seven inches in heaven?" Steve teases.

It's a funny enough joke.

If it was Dean making it—Dean would never dare suggest he's only seven inches—I'd laugh.

This…

It doesn't feel right.

"All right." Steve nods to the couch across from his. Motions for us to sit. "How about we play a different game?"

"Let me guess. Ten fingers," I make my voice as teasing as I can.

"I was thinking truth or dare." He smiles.

Collin nods.

I just barely stop myself from rolling my eyes.

This is not a college party.

This is just… sad.

But that's not ruining my night. I'm having fun. I have fun. That's who I am. Who I've always been. "All right. But I want to go first."

He nods.

I take a seat on the white leather couch.

Collin sits next to me. His knee taps mine. His fingers brush my thigh.

I wrap my arms around my chest. "It's cold in here, huh?"

Collin nods, grabs the blanket that's draped over the couch, sets it on my lap.

"What a gentleman," the blond girl coos.

"Steve, right?" I tuck the blanket around my thighs. So he won't get any ideas about us fooling around under it. That could be fun. If it was me and Hunter and we were desperate to touch—

Fuck.

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