Page 189 of Breaking the Rules
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Hunter
Griffin and Wes insist on walking me home.
We say goodbye with a handshake and a high-five, then I slip into the house.
It feels more like home than it did a week ago.
Even with Emma sitting on the couch, glaring like I'm the scum of the Earth.
It's obvious right now.
There's no stomaching the distance between us.
Sheismy closest friend.
She's exactly what I need.
I have to fix this.
But only if it's what's best for her.
"You okay?" It's a stupid question, but it's all I've got.
She says nothing.
All right, I need to aim a little lower. "You eat dinner?"
"Yeah. Leftovers." Her eyes flit to me for a split second, then they're back on the screen. "If you don't mind." She motions to the TV.
It's playingHercules.
Her favorite movie.
Easy to see why. The tough yet vulnerable heroine is pure Emma. Style and sass and a heart she doesn't want to admit to having.
I nod. "Good night."
Her voice softens. "Good night." She watches me move up the stairs and into the hallway.
Even as I slip into the bathroom and turn the shower on, I can feel her attention.
There's a lot of frustration there, yeah.
But it's not because she hates me.
It's because she wants me.
And, fuck, do I want her.
I'm not acting on it.
Or running from it.
I have to face it.
Whatever that means.
