Page 318 of Breaking the Rules

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It's beautiful.

And it's pure.

There's no fear or nerves or apprehension in her eyes.

She's free.

I want that for her.

Even if takes three years and a million make out sessions.

I move to her laptop. Wake it from sleep. Go straight to her streaming service. "You sure you're prepared?"

"A hundred percent."

"One minute." I look up the lyrics. Scan them to make sure I won't stumble. Not that it helps. My abilities as a performer are… lacking.

I made a fool of myself plenty when I was drunk.

I was the life of the fucking party.

Now…

I don't miss many things about that guy.

But I miss his charisma.

That was inside me somewhere.

I just have to find it.

I pull up the song. Take a deep breath. Click play.

Closerby Nine Inch Nails flows through the speakers.

Emma's pupils dilate.

Her blush spreads to her chest.

She recognizes it immediately.

I move into the middle of the room.

I close my eyes.

And I sing about wanting to fuck her like an animal.

It's not exactly what I want to say to her.

Yeah, I do want to fuck her hard and fast.

But I also want it soft and slow.

I want it dirty.

And sweet.

I don't care.

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