Page 347 of Breaking the Rules

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Brendon nods.

"Don't even." She shoots him a knowing look.

He shrugs.

"You're going to start about how it's so good I'm in school." She folds her arms. "Kay, please—"

"You know I agree with him," Kaylee says.

Emma looks to me.

I nod. "You belong in school."

She shakes her head. "Et tu, brute?"

I can't help but chuckle. Her voice is bouncy. Her eyes are bright. Her posture is relaxed.

Easy.

This is where she belongs.

With her family.

With all this love in her life.

All this passion surrounding her.

I want that for her.

I want that more than anything.

"Be honest. I convinced you to love art history," I say.

She sticks her tongue out in distaste.

"What about those wood block paintings from the Edo era." There's a ton of erotic stuff. With full on penetration.

"Everything that's wrong about art history." Emma shakes her head. "It's porn for guys. Where is the—"

"They're ladies and dudes getting down. How is that for men specifically?" I ask.

Kaylee laughs. "He kinda has you there."

Brendon shoots her a look.

Kaylee blushes. "Not that I… I don't look at porn. Not that there's anything wrong with porn. I just prefer—"

"Dirty books," Emma offers.

"I read them for the story," Kaylee says.

"Some of them. Others…" Emma raises a brow.

Kaylee's blush deepens.

"Fuck, angel, I'm gonna have to drag you back to the car at this rate." Brendon's voice drops.

Emma's expression twists with exaggerated disgust. "I swear, they can't go five minutes without getting dirty."

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