Page 216 of Breaking the Rules

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He even opens the door for me.

I shudder as I step inside.

It's hot.

Way too fucking hot.

Seriously, it's a breezy seventy outside, but the hallway is a sauna.

I tug at my tank. Try to let some air cool me off.

Then Hunter steps into the tiny space and pushes the door closed and I give up on cooling off.

He's so close.

So tall and hard and safe.

We're so alone.

This isn't my brother's house. It isn't a place marked with reminders of why we shouldn't.

It's fresh.

Clean.

New.

Tiny.

Seriously, what the hell?

This place is half the size of the pictures.

"What a gorgeous view." I motion to the window looking out on the apartment building next door. "My favorite shade of cream."

"I was thinking the parking lot." He motions to the right side of the window. The spaces in front of that apartment building.

"Does this place have parking?"

"One spot."

That's workable. Kaylee bikes everywhere. And we can get a permit to park on the street.

But it will make entertaining a pain in the ass.

Not that it was easier at our old place.

Or Brendon's place.

Thank God for ride shares, I guess.

"You love it?" he asks.

I shouldn't—it's small and cramped and too fucking hot—but his proximity is enough to convince me. "It's a start."

"Yeah?" His fingers brush my hip as he moves past me. He goes to the window. Looks out at the view. Shakes his head. "You can do better."

"What about you?"

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