Page 111 of Breaking the Rules
Pour another glass and swallow a mouthful.
It warms my throat.
Calms the nerves spinning around my head.
This is a party.
A dare.
It doesn't mean anything.
Only… if I can't kiss him.
Fuck, that means everything.
Collin presses his palm into my lower back. He leads me through the living room, up the stairs, all the way to a dark bedroom.
I step inside and swallow another sip of rum and coke.
He flips the switch.
Yellow light floods the room.
It's a teenage girl's bedroom. The posters of hot musicians are a dead giveaway.
My room is the same.
Well, it was.
Until I tore down everything.
Collin closes the door, shutting out the noise of the party.
It's just us.
And the bed.
And the silence.
"This is nice." He takes a seat on the hot pink comforter.
I press my back into the wall. Take another sip.
"Don't worry about that dare, Em. It's a dumb game."
"Yeah."
"I just want to talk to you."
I've heard that before.
"I really like you."
"Thanks."
"You're funny. Smart. Hot." His cheeks flush. "Not sure what you want to do with me."
I'm trying to figure that out.
