Page 220 of Breaking the Rules
If I can't make him see the light—
God, I don't want to think about that possibility.
I really, really don't.
I move through the wide, open main room into a short hallway. Then the bedroom on the right. It overlooks the cozy neighborhood. A big blue house. A white and grey one-story. An apartment complex with a modern design.
Hunter steps into the room.
The air changes. Gets sharp. Electric.
His breath fills the space.
My heart pounds.
My sex clenches.
My knees wobble.
We're alone in a bedroom. What might become my bedroom.
This is everything it's supposed to be.
Only it's not.
"You like it?" he asks.
I take a deep breath. Force my thoughts to straighten. Yeah, I need to show him the light. I also need to find a new place for me and Kay.
I can't let Vinnie fuck that up too.
Our new apartment needs to be as awesome as our old one.
This place is nice. Two bedrooms. Close to the beach. Big windows.
It's a little more expensive, but we can still make it work.
"Yeah." I turn back to Hunter. Stare into his gorgeous blue eyes. "What do you think?"
"This neighborhood isn't you."
Maybe. This is the part of Santa Monica filled with families and quaint cafés. "Walker lives over here."
"Does he?" Hunter closes the space between us.
I swallow hard. "A little closer to the promenade. But yeah. He, uh…" I lose track of my words. Who cares where Walker lives when Hunter is this close?
His hip brushes mine.
Then his arm.
The back of his hand.
He brings his palms to the window. Stares at the picturesque blue sky. "The neighbors probably call the cops if the music is too loud."
I laugh. "Probably."
"How will you live if you can't blast Bayside?"
