Page 183 of Breaking the Rules
Protecting her is the only thing that matters.
"You can go fuck some blonde dolt, but I can't even flirt—"
"I didn't touch her."
"'Cause I cock blocked you."
"I told you. I didn't want to."
"Fuck you."
"You know what I was thinking the entire time I was there?"
"How you're an asshole."
"How much I'd rather be with you."
Her cheeks flame red. Her throat quivers. Her fingers slam the desk. "Fuck you."
"Em—"
"YOU DON'T GET TO CALL ME THAT."
"I'm not—"
"Yeah, you are. You chose to end this. You don't get to turn around and say you'd rather be with me."
She slides off the desk.
I move in front of the door to block her.
She tries to push past me.
I grab her wrist.
She pulls her hand back. Holds it to her chest. Stares like I'm the devil. "Happy birthday, Hunter. Save your talk for someone who gives a fuck."
She pushes past me.
Slams the door on her way out.
My heart begs me to follow her.
But I manage to find the one scrap of logic left in my brain.
I've hurt her too much.
Whatever happens, I'm not pouring salt in the wound.
* * *
The main roomis buzzing with laughter and conversation, but the second I step out of the office, the mood changes.
Emma's angry exit is in the air.
Ryan shakes his head.
Leighton shoots me a worried glance.
