Page 294 of Breaking the Rules
It's Em.
It's already perfect.
A sultry slow jam spills from Emma's room as I fill a glass with water. It gets louder.
Loud enough to set the mood without waking the neighbors.
The mood doesn't need setting.
But I appreciate the effort.
I've never been in a relationship where either one of us makes an effort.
There is something special about trying to make it special.
I really fucking like it.
Her door creeks open. "Come in."
I move down the hallway. Then into her room.
It's as messy as the rest of the apartment, and as Emma. The lyric covered desk, the posters of hot musicians, the crimson bedspread, the mirrored closet door.
And her.
Standing in front of the bed in black lingerie.
Sheer lace stretches over her sides and chest. Black satin skims her stomach and hips.
That thing barely covers her ass.
"You like it?" Her voice is shy.
Blood flees my brain at an alarming rate.
She swallows hard. "Is that a yes?"
"Fuck yes." I push the door closed.
She stares back at me.
Shy. Nervous.
It's flattering as hell.
But it won't do.
I need to set her at ease. "You buy that for me, baby?"
Her nod is heavy. "Made me think of you."
"You look fucking gorgeous."
"Yeah?" The skirt flies up as she spins on the balls of her feet.
She's wearing another scrap of lace under it.
Some tiny thing that shows off her perfect ass.
