Page 231 of Breaking the Rules
"Not sure I can agree."
"Don't be such a guy."
"Oh?"
She nods. "There are plenty of other ways to have sex."
"Go on."
"I'm just saying. It's not all about penetration."
"Yeah?"
She pulls back enough to look me in the eyes.
Only she can't.
She's blushing.
Staring at her shoes.
"I… Uh… it's getting late, yeah?" She slides her cell into her purse. "Maybe we should grab lunch before work."
"Sure."
"Good."
"But, Em—"
"Yeah?"
"You're gonna have to explain this whole 'it's not all about penetration' thing to me."
Her smile gets wicked. "Use your imagination."
Already there.
* * *
We drive to the shop.Grab tacos. Then coffee.
Emma's hand brushes mine as we walk back.
We're already late.
But I can't bring myself to rush.
It feels too good doing nothing with her.
Doing everything with her.
This is something off a postcard.
Blue sky. Palm trees. Gorgeous brunette staring at me like I'm her favorite thing in the universe.
She's already my favorite thing in the universe.
Maybe I'm still a mess.
