Page 272 of Breaking the Rules
She owns my thoughts through my entire workout. On my walk home. As I enter the Kane place.
The house is buzzing with laughter and conversation.
She and Kaylee are sitting on the couch, sharing a cupcake, oversized mugs of coffee in front of them.
Thank fuck Brendon isn't here.
I'm not sure I can handle his stare.
I want to scream this from the mountaintops.
I want the entire world to know how much I adore her.
Her cheeks flush as her eyes meet mine.
It makes my heart warm.
Fills me someplace that's usually empty.
Her joy is mine.
And, God, seeing her with her best friend, downing coffee and chocolate, tapping her fingers along with her favorite emo album—
It's so fucking Em.
It's everything.
"Hey." Her eyes find mine.
"Hey." It's all I can say. I'm not articulate. I'm too fixed on her.
She turns to her best friend. "You've met Hunter before, right Kay?"
Kaylee looks the same as always. Long champagne-blond hair, green eyes, and powder blue glasses.
She's wearing a dress straight out of aMad Menepisode, this grey and purple thing with a Peter Pan collar.
Fuck, how do I know what a Peter Pan collar is?
"Yeah." Kaylee stands. Smooths her dress. Glides across the room.
I almost expect her to curtsy.
She radiates regal energy.
"Nice to see you again, Kaylee." I shake her hand.
She shakes with a firm grip. "You too." She turns back to Emma. "Emma talks about you a lot."
"Brendon talks about you a lot," I say.
She blushes. "Anything bad?"
"Dirty, maybe. But not bad," I say.
Emma holds out her handstop. "Don't with that. I've had enough of it… uh, for the last year."
"He brought it up." Kaylee shrugs.
