Page 217 of Breaking the Rules

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He arches a brow.

"Are you going to live with Brendon forever?"

"Yeah, we're going to start our own buddy show—"

"Brooding and Brooding-er."

He chuckles. "Exactly."

"Which is which?"

"You tell me."

"Hmm." I makeLs with my hands. Hold them up to frame Hunter. "As hard as you try, he's still Brooding-er."

"Fuck, Em." He mimes being stabbed in the gut. "You're as brutal as always."

"Okay, how about The Dom and The Celibate?"

"Oh? You want to talk about his sex life?"

No. I want him to say he's not fucking anyone.

Or to admit he wants to fuck me.

At least to himself.

"Was thinking it would be more about your challenge avoiding temptation," I say. "We could always have some pretty girl stumbling over herself. Somehow falling out of her dress. That's good for ratings."

"Probably is."

"Do you watch any comedies?"

He chuckles. "Fuck off."

"So brooding."

"Do you?"

"What?"

"Watch comedies?"

Uh… "Sometimes."

"Like what?"

"LikeSeinfeld.Friends. All that stuff from the 90s. It was the golden age."

"Seinfeld?"

I nod.

"Isn't it all about them being unable to communicate directly?"

"Yeah."

"Don't need extra lessons."

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