Page 153 of Breaking the Rules
Somehe drives me out of my mind, his lips are so kissable, his trust is so tantalizing.
His smile makes me think of cheesy pop songs.
His hurt cuts right to my heart.
I stop breathing when I think about him.
"Here." He slides his leather jacket off his shoulders. Drapes it over mine. "Better?"
"Yeah. Thanks." I bring my hands to the lapel to hold the jacket to my chest. It's too much for the weather, but I still want it closer.
It smells like him.
And it's…
It's so sweet and normal and boyfriend, Hunter offering me his leather jacket.
"What is it you want to know?" He turns right. Toward the shop.
"Everything."
"You have me for an hour." His footsteps are strong. Steady. "Get specific."
"I watched three episodes ofDaredevil."
"By choice."
I shake my head.
He turns to me and raises a brow.
His blue eyes meet mine.
They fill with that spark he gets when he's teasing me.
When he smiles.
His smile is too rare.
I want more of it.
I want it every minute of every day.
"No." I try to make my voice even, but it's not. I'm too light. Too airy. Too intoxicated. "I had to be there. To help you understand all the adult themes."
"Did you?"
I nod. "All those guys who died? That's traumatizing."
"Hate to break it to you, Em, but I've read comics since I was a kid. Henchmen are always dying." He fishes his keys from his pocket, unlocks the door to Inked Hearts, pulls it open, motionsafter you.
I nod a thanks and step inside. It's weird, being here alone. Sometimes, I open the store, but I never manage to arrive first. One of the guys is always here prepping for an appointment.
They're dedicated.
Even Walker and Dean. They act like they're easy, breezy surfer boys—well, with Dean it's more obnoxious, trouble-making surfer boy—but they're devoted to their craft.
Moving closer to that, learning the skills I need to bring my boutique to life—fuck, it makes me dizzy.
