Page 160 of Breaking the Rules

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So much we want to say.

My hands go to his hips.

His go to my back.

He pulls my body into his.

But it's only for a moment.

Then his hands are gone.

And he's pulling away.

Staring dumbstruck.

Fuck. That's bad. "I…" What the hell can I say when he's staring like that?

For a moment, we're in limbo.

Then he blinks, and everything clicks into place.

"Em…"

It's everything he has to say.

"You're amazing, but—"

"Don't."

"It's not you."

"Seriously, Hunter. Don't." I take a step backward, but there's nowhere to go. I'm pressed against the counter.

I try to slide out of the space.

His fingers curl around my wrist.

For a moment, he holds me tightly.

What the hell does he think he's doing?

He doesn't get to sayyou're amazing, but.

Fuck him for that.

I don't care what his reason is.

"Em…" He releases me. "It's not you."

"Whatever." My cheeks flame. Fuck him.

He doesn't get to flirt and help me and touch me and then turn around and saywe can't.

"I'm going home." I push past him. Move around the counter. Grab my purse. Leave his jacket.

"I'm not a good guy."

"How many times do I have to say 'don't'?"

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