Page 338 of Breaking the Rules
"Yeah?"
"You don't bring it up until then."
"Fair. But I have my own condition."
"Yeah?" she asks.
"You go back to your bedroom and take all your clothes off."
"Right now?"
"After this," I say.
"That's kind of manipulative."
"We can play Bayside."
Her lips curl into a smile. "That was never up for negotiation."
"You're training me."
"Oh?"
"I hear that emo—"
"Watch it."
"And I think about tearing your clothes off."
"I don't have a problem with that."
"You will."
"No." She shakes her head. "I'll always want you tearing my clothes off."
"At work?"
"Yeah."
"In front of your brother?"
"I'll stop playing it in front of him."
"He'll be glad."
"Yeah." She laughs. "But it's worth it." Her eyes spark. There's no fear or apprehension. Just joy. "You're ridiculous."
"Yeah, but you love it."
"I do." She takes another bite. Chews. Swallows. "I have a counter-proposal."
"I'm listening."
"You go to my room and take all your clothes off."
"We go together?" I offer my hand.
"Take each other's clothes off." She offers her hand.
"It's a deal."
We shake.
