Page 313 of Breaking the Rules
"Can't blame him. Goth Hunter was a thing of beauty," Griffin says.
"You weren't there," Hunter says.
"I've seen pictures." Griffin chuckles. "You looked like a fool."
"Jesus, Griff! How many times do we need to have this conversation! Tact!" Wes shakes his headwhat's wrong with you?
They exchange that headshake pretty much… all the time.
I would tell them to leave.
But they're doing a great job blocking Brendon's view.
And, well, they're kinda entertaining.
Friends.
Family.
They're Hunter's family.
Maybe it's still fucked-up with his older brother. But it's something. It's a hell of a lot.
"No. Em gets to hear it first." Hunter rubs my temple with his thumb. "You free next Tuesday?"
I nod. "You free tonight?"
"Depends why you're asking." He plays coy, but we both know it's bullshit. We spend nearly every night together.
"I was thinking about that thing," I say.
"That thing?"
"Where the ball's in my court." I clear my throat. "I was thinking, um, that I want to, um…"
"She wants to bone you, dude. Even I can figure that out," Wes says.
"And I need tact?" Griffin shakes his head.
"Two things can be true," Wes says.
"Fuck, they're always ruining the moment," Hunter says.
"No. It's perfect," I say.
His eyes bore into mine. "You sure?"
"I think so."
He nods.
"My place?" I swallow hard. Adopt an impossibly easy smile. "Sevenish?"
The smile he returns is a hundred percent drunk in love. "You'll have to tear me away."
