Page 232 of Breaking the Rules
But if she's looking at me like this, I can't be all that bad.
This can't bethatterrible of an idea.
We walk the last block.
Stop in front of the sandwich shop next door.
Out of view of Inked Heart's windows.
"Oh." Her cheeks flush. "I still haven't sent those pictures." She pulls out her cell. Opens the camera app. Shows me the screen. "Which do you think?"
"There nudes I should know about?"
"You already had my camera."
"Wasn't looking."
"No, you perv."
"I asked to respect your privacy."
"Or so you could know to look."
I shake my head.
She nods.
I force my eyes to the cell. Select a few photos. They aren't the ones that capture the apartment best.
They're the ones that capture her the best.
She's beautiful, bright, vibrant.
I love seeing this side of her.
Don't get me wrong. I like pissed, difficult Emma too.
But seeing her joy—
Fuck, this is better than any bourbon.
Than anything.
My fingers brush hers as I hand the phone back.
She taps the screen a few times.
Hits send.
Swallows hard. "Hunter, I…"
"We're late."
"I know." She slides her cell into her back pocket.
I move closer.
Her fingers brush my hip. My side. My shoulder.
