Page 226 of Breaking the Rules
Hard to say.
"Hunter, sweetie." Emma wraps her arms around me. Shoots me a look.I gave you a chance to say no. "Is it that obvious?"
Sandy laughs. "I can always tell."
Emma beams with victory. "Hunter and I said we wouldn't be one of those couples." She turns to me with wide eyes. "But, sometimes, I just can't contain myself." Emma stares into my eyes like she's madly in love with me. "You feel like that too, baby?"
My heart pounds against my chest.
My limbs get light.
My balls tighten.
Her affection feels real.
I want to believe that.
I want to believe I deserve her.
"He's shy," she stage whispers to Sandy. "I love the shy ones, don't you?"
"There's something about them." Sandy nods. "Let me show you to the bedroom."
"Oh." Emma winks. "Yes, please."
We follow Sandy down the hall.
The bedroom is as nice as the rest of the apartment. Plenty of space. Beige carpet. White walls. Huge windows looking out on the picture-perfect street.
Fuck, that's a lot of natural light.
And Emma…
She looks like an angel, surrounded in the soft glow.
It's wrong for her.
But right all the same.
I'm so fixed on her I barely notice the thick slice of ocean in the view.
It's beautiful. Deep. Peaceful.
I've never appreciated living in Southern California. It was a fact of life, not a slice of paradise. But when I'm with Emma…
I see the beauty in the bright sky, the blooming flowers, the crashing waves.
Her dark eyes.
Her lush lips.
Her long legs.
That skirt is short.
And her shoes are tall.
She has two inches on me in those wedges.
