Page 163 of Breaking the Rules
The ache between my legs.
He kissed me back.
He does want me.
But…
Why are relationships so confusing?
"Oh my God, isn't it awesome?" Yoga Girl bounces to the front desk. She smiles at me. This big, genuine, loving smile.
She's so sweet and nice and cute.
And I want to punch her in the face.
She tilts her head to the right as she lifts up her t-shirt. She can't quite see her new ink, but I can.
It's good. A Buddha meditating, surrounded by lush petals.
It's not exactly what I expect from Hunter, but it's him all the same. He has this way of drawing with the bare minimum of detail and extra shading. Like something out of a comic book.
This is softer and brighter than his usual thing—the boy is dark, whether he wants to believe it or not—but it's still him.
I can feel him in it.
Which only makes me hate Yoga Girl more.
It's not her fault.
It's his.
He's an asshole with bullshit excuses.
Fuck him for staring at me with those piercing blue eyes.
For making my knees weak.
For making my heart ache.
Fuck him for hurting.
He did this to himself.
He did this to me.
He doesn't get sympathy now.
"It's great." I force a smile as I tally Yoga Girl's total and print a receipt.
She smiles, fishes a wad of cash from her wallet, presses it into Hunter's palm. "Thank you so much."
He nods. "Of course."
"Really." She doesn't give him time to slide the money into his pocket. Goes right into throwing her arms around him and squeezing tightly. "It's so awesome."
He hugs back awkwardly. "My pleasure."
She releases him. Looks around the shop like she's looking for more people to hug.
